Back and forth, up and down... what a muddle
A lot and very little has changed since my last blog post. I’m still taking things slow, much socialising is going on via zoom with occasional dinners at mine, and I’m back to self-imposed lock down in my little apartment, only this time it’s not just due to the coronavirus. However, before I dive into the events of last weekend, I should start out with my exciting, yet slightly fleeting trip that occurred back at the beginning of the month. After more than 30 years beavering away at Shell, Dad has reached the monumental next step in his life: retirement, something for which he has the most extraordinary list of experiences to try out and new skills to learn. As soon of these coronavirus gates are out of the way it sounds like he’ll be busier than ever! Marking this significant step was something I could not miss. So, at the end of October I bid farewell to Sweden, donned my face mask, brushed off my passport, and flew across to the UK. At this point, Dad was completely unaware tha...