My second-born loves our annual family camping trip. He talks about all year long. He tells people we've just met about it. It's a defining feature of his year, the sparkling jewel, and once he even expressed it is better than Christmas. January 2022, the rolling chaos of covid smashes omicron on the world. It's summer here downunder, but this winter-loving virus decided that it was going to spread in this sun-baked land anyway. We are passed lockdowns, even with tens of thousands of new cases every day. I think people in Victoria would crack into little pieces if another lockdown was announced. So, we must individually pick and choose where and when to take the risk of catching bloody covid. Knowing that if we couldn't go camping my little one’s heart would break, I minimised my risk in the run up, cancelling my yoga classes, skipping my beloved singing lessons and avoiding shopping centres and indoor gatherings. There was a potential close contact for Moo, but...
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