By way of a happy postscript to Free Falling in the Midst of a Pandemic, I am pleased to report a soft landing. My gutsy, determined brother flew back to Australia this week laying across three seats in a near empty plane, well clear of other passengers, for much of the journey. He was prepared to quarantine alone in a hotel room for 14 days in accordance with the Government health order. However, upon presenting his paperwork, J was granted an exemption to quarantine with his family at home. With a pelvis that resembles a shattered hollow Easter egg, combined with that corner of your kitchen drawer where you keep assorted screws and widgets, J still faces a long road to recovery but healing at home is the best place to be and sleeping in your own bed is one of life’s simple luxuries.
My heart goes out to everyone that is separated from their families and loved ones in this pandemic. Wishing us all a soft landing.
