Why we need to stop home isolation

When we got corona a year ago (early adopter, huh) we all had it. Kaboom. We are quite a cuddly family (in the morning it's really like mikado with legs in our bed), so if one has it, you can bet your life that we all have the same in no time.

‘Are you going into home isolation?’ a schoolyard mother texted me. I had never heard of the word, but I could imagine something. The one who mentioned it was trapped in a small room, eating his food from a pushed-in tray and spending his days in loneliness.

Aside from the fact that I can hardly imagine anything more miserable than throwing an apple to someone you love from one and a half meters away or waving a hand kiss, I also just find home isolation crazy. Because what happens in nine out of ten cases? That damned virus strikes anyway and then you still have to stay home. I know families where, due to failed isolation attempts, people ended up staying inside for three weeks.

Just stop it. Drink from each other's glass, sit on each other's lap. Watch all the movies of Hugh Grant together, all the seasons of The Crown and Downton Abbey, and then crawl out together again.

I will undoubtedly not get an approving nod from Diederik Gommers and Ernst Kuipers, but this is just my Dutch common sense and final conclusion after two years of corona misery. Just cuddling through the misery and compressing that staying at home. What about you?