I was too young to know but it's how we might've felt during the Cuban missile crisis. Of things being out of your control. Of having to carry, alongside this burden, this cloud over you. Of holding your breath. Of being on the brink of annihilation.
One of our household's been in prolonged contact with a covid-19 positive case. As far as we know, this is the first time this has occurred in 23 months. No one knew it at the time, of course. Now, though, there's the possibility of our inadvertently introducing this threat into the home and to other people outside the home. So far, the lateral flow test indicates 'negative' but we know that this isn't the end of the matter. It's but the start of several days of anxiety.
It's the feeling you get when you know your examination results will not be quite as expected. The Welsh summer slips by wet, dreary and mild, and sunny at times. You dismiss the thought that at some point your parents will know what you fear to be true. The day approaches. Increasingly there's that feeling of dread that mounts, indicating that something bad is about to happen...
In terms of covid-19, let's hope that it'll be like the examination results, which turned out to be good, after all.
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