The good news is that we CAN go on holiday to countries on the amber/yellow list (let’s call it amber because there are no yellow lights on traffic lights). Boris Johnson said so. You CAN travel, but you SHOULDN’T, but if you do, well, that’s absolutely fine, as long as you go into quarantine when you come home, not that anyone will.
So, theoretically anyway, I can go to Spain next month, as planned. Johnson says I shouldn’t, but he doesn’t mind if I do, for as long as I follow the mandatory stuff. That’s pretty clear, then.
Of course, Johnson has missed out some of the awkward stuff. My insurance will be invalidated so I’d have to take a punt on not falling ill, crashing a car or even my actual holiday being cancelled. I know a lot of people routinely don’t bother with holiday insurance – you never need it, do you? – but in the back of my mind is a whopping great what if. What if I have a heart attack or something, I have to be admitted to hospital and then flown home on a private jet? That would probably mean I’d have to sell the house to pay for it and live in a tent for my recuperation. In fact, I’d probably get so stressed on holiday, worrying about having no insurance, I’d probably make myself ill and have a heart attack.
As time marches on, I begin to wonder if I will have a holiday this year. I know me having a holiday is somewhat small beer when compared to 150,000 COVID deaths, but it’s my small beer and I’ve been looking forward to a holiday since before I first heard of Wuhan.
I like routine – in fact, I swear by it – and I hate the unexpected. At least losing this year’s holidays is not going to be unexpected because when Boris Johnson said we’d all be back to normal by the summer, I knew it wouldn’t be true because hardly anything he says is true.
So, another staycation – that means staying at home, not going on holiday somewhere in the UK – awaits. Home comforts are lovely enough but not permanently. But the longer this shit hangs around, the more I will have to endure them. Unless you want to put your house on the line, I suspect this will be your life, too.
