Somebody I know went for a jolly abroad last week for a few days - inessential travel at its finest - and then waltzed back in without a care in the world to a house that he shares with vulnerable people (over 65’s, underlying health conditions). One of whom is also pretty much the sole carer for somebody over 90. The place they went to has, in the last fortnight, had more total cases than France and nearly three times the deaths, despite having a smaller population. Have never even heard said country mentioned as a risk, however. Go figure.
Either way, the attitude and how brazenly they shrugged and just went despite the people around them back home really didn’t sit well with me. Needless, selfish and reckless. So when I see and hear people kicking off, whether it’s because they left early and made a mad dash to get back or because they’ve simply been asked to sit on their sofa for a couple of weeks once they return, it doesn’t surprise me. Entitlement everywhere. I really struggle to have any sympathy. Don’t want to have to stay in and self isolate? Don’t go abroad. Unable to quarantine upon your return because of work? Don’t go abroad. You know the risk by now - if you are unable or unwilling to have quarantine ‘imposed’ upon you, the onus is on you to not go. Not for the rest of the world to make exceptions because you simply couldn’t live without a few cheeky beers somewhere else.
If having to sit on your sofa and drink some cans, or maybe a few glasses of wine, is classed as some sort of sacrifice or major imposition, we really have gone beyond.