You couldn't make it up.
So last Monday my mum is moved to the local nursing home - a mere 20 minutes drive each way instead of leave home at 10am and return at 8pm to visit her. Oh bliss!
On Thursday the home has an
outbreak of norovirus and quarantines itself. She's never lived nearer and I can't fncking visit at ALL.
And from no privacy at all in the hospital, she's been confined (as have all the residents) to her room, from which the room mate was moved out due to my mum's very restless nights.
I bought a postcard at the start of this whole sorry episode - "This would be funny if it wasn't happening to me" [and my mum].
