Tupp, the U.K. news is painful to read, I'm so sorry.
I think you're coping with it incredibly well, and son too.
I agree with you, this is going to be a lot longer than folks are hoping.
I don't like to indulge too much fantasy or hope, nowhere near as much as I like
trying to adapt to what reality is, not waiting for reality to become what I want.
Almost all the hopeful fantasies I have of what an ideal life IS, can be achieved within
myself in a small space, if my food and shelter are stable. They are.
For the rest, I think inner growth, writing, painting, growing, connecting (even if online), will be on average enough to sustain me and even allow me to still have those moments of real fulfillment, even happiness. Some of that will come with M if our relationship continues to grow. If not, I can find it with poetry, reading, learning, playing piano (badly), reaching out with letters or calls or online. I believe this period, should I remain virus free, can be rich.
Not perfect. That's beyond me. I had a couple whiney days. And now, sun out, sat in yard with friend eight feet apart, drank some wine, felt some joy. And gratitude's back.
I'm alive. The world is in pain but always has been, the pandemic just brings it nearer.
Hugs
Hops