At the Old Railway Line, Three Cocks. In view of the latest news on Covid, and a personal phone call of reassurance from Mark Drakeford (the first Minister of Wales), Joan decided that a shopping trip was needed, so accompanied by her trusty steed off we went.
Joan’s first outing in fifteen months or so, her first trip in her wheelchair, and our initiation into how to be a pusher (chair not County lines).
All new protocols for us, fill in a test and trace, wait to be seated, order and pay keeping two metres apart, and three coffees and cheeses scones. We spotted a known gentleman who used to visit regularly with his wife, co-incidentally in a wheelchair, but he’s now alone. Maybe his wife succumbed to COVID – scary thought.
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