Ah, the dreaded ping.

My sister is nearing end-of-life. We thought it imminent but the latest prognosis is maybe 12 more weeks. As a result, I took a six hour train journey last week. On Wednesday I got the 'ping': isolate for five days because of someone of the train (probably). I got this alert while out with some friends celebrating their 60th. That also blew up a long arranged meeting with friends on Thursday, seeing my son and daughter-in-law for only the second time since this thing started on Friday afternoon, missing my (prospective) son-in-law's father's 80th birthday celebrations on Friday evening, and we had things lined up for Sunday as well.

But on the bright side I am not trying to live off a zero hour contract.