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HK 108 – UK 163

So I am done with my self imposed isolation/quarantine thingy. I have fallen down a couple of black holes and re-emerged, read books I’d wanted to catch up on, been on several solitary and occasionally sunny walks, slid around and fallen into mud on the hills, cleaned and recleaned my walking boots from aforesaid mud, scared off a few people who’ve run for the same hills, tried to write, ordered my first on line curry delivery, re-engaged with Amazon Prime, hit my yoga mat and some other stuff, and will now head back to Cornwall. I will make another public transport (more complicated than I think it should be) journey. Stratford into Birmingham and out again to Cheltenham, blah blah, on Monday 9th March (unless any other unforeseen happenings disrupt my best laid plans). Will not wear mask, unless others are, do not want to attract any undue attention or racial attack of any kind. At least when I wore my mask in HK racial attack obviously never crossed my mind.

And to be honest, looking at today’s Covid news I’m left wondering if the self isolation thingy hasn’t all been wasted time. Am I now just as likely to catch Covid from a fellow (ex) European as I was from a fellow Asian? Covid can make its way from Wuhan to the UK and has reached Devon, so I’m pretty sure it can make it to St Ives. Just takes one ‘super spreader’ asymptomatic unaware person, or at the other end of the spectrum, a recklessly aware, but I’m going to anyway, tourist or anyone carrying the virus who sits on the scale between the two. Just one. Perhaps I would have been better off staying in HK. I think after SARS, and even with Carrie Lam at the helm they are more prepared and ahead of the game. Boris (“Stick with Prit” – OMG?!) and crew fill me with no confidence whatsoever. Apparently in HK, they are about to try out a new anti viral next week. Not that, if I’m really honest, I would agree to be one of those who will be part of the trial, unless I was at death’s door. I confess I am a real NIMBY or whatever the medical equivalent is.

All very confusing. But Covid food for thought. Now I’ve ranted a little, well a lot, I’m going to try and forget all about it. I’m free at last. I have spent time with little grand daughter Phoebe, who is Covid blissfully unaware and is a joy to behold with her enthusiasm for everything. My heart sings as I watch her giving her all, living totally in the now, and I love how she contaminates me with her Phoebe spirit, how when I’m with her I too become lighthearted, spontaneous and joyous. Now that’s the bug I need to catch. The Phoebe bug. And I’ve also swum for the first time in 9 weeks and picked daffodils and eaten an albeit mediocre curry that I ordered on line, and had lunch made for me by a dear friend in her long awaited and just perfect for her new home. I was going to head to London to end my self isolation. Celebrate and take a trip to China Town and meet up with some yet unmet, and also some newish Cornish Chinese relatives, as well as some fellow adoptees and hopefully surprise my daughter Lucy. But earlier this week, when I had to commit to travel plans, this seemed like it might be undoing all the good I’ve done, so I am shelving them for now. Today I wonder if I should have just gone ahead. But instead I have treated myself to a last minute ticket to see the RSC production of The Boy in the Dress.

Whether I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time, or as I used to believe, exactly where I need to be right now, remains to be seen. But whichever, I am so looking forward to seeing Cornwall again next week. Playing my sax, and reuniting with my friends and family back ‘home’. I have a big box of masks and some hand sanitiser to share, and can do a great Wuhan bump greeting, for anyone that is a little nervous about meeting up.

By backstagestives

Looking for my long lost family in Hong Kong
And previously....
Fell in love with coastal living 5 years ago. And moved to stunning St Ives. A place to create and grow and flourish. Got me a home and a job. And never looked back. Everyone talks and writes about the famous dead people of St Ives. Virginia and Alfred and Ben and Barbara and Peter and Wilhelmina. Well I thought I’d introduce you to some very nice folk, and they’re all very much alive and make St Ives a much the better town for it.

4 replies on “HK 108 – UK 163”

Wow that has been a long and eventful haul for you. So glad you survived the isolation and hope you’ve gained some positive self reflection out of it and realised what a wonderful being you are. Your new found siblings, children, grandchild and many many friends are all lucky to be user of your life. Can’t wait to see you in St Ives. Hugs xx

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Home soon. You too had a lot of unexpected stuff to manage. We shall all be together soon and CELEBRATE in style. With or without masks and sanitiser! See you soon roomie x

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It seems such a long time ago that you set off on this journey and nobody could have foreseen everything that has happened. Your time in Hong Kong was quite different to what you were looking forward to and your homecoming anything but straight forward. However, you, in true Laura fashion, have managed to make the most of the situation and used the time as best you could. I am sure there were dark times, but I can imagine how little Phoebe just blew all that away – grandchildren are the best tonic there is! I am so much looking forward to seeing you very soon! 😘🎉🤗

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Hello lovely Laura like our lovely Anna ana Paloma I to can’t wait to see you. I’m enjoying my last day here in a sunny Florida , as I to fly back to the Uk tomorrow evening. It’s big huge hug from me safe travels and I’ll see you all next week. Xxx

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