When will my father wake from his coronavirus delirium?

Spring is my father’s favourite season. After the wet and dark winter we’ve had I imagine it will be the time that most people in the UK have been looking forward to. On our farm in Cornwall, spring is a particularly easy moment to love. There are currently hundreds of lambs gambolling through our fields, countless teddy bear-like Highland calves sticking close to their protective mothers for safety and the wildflowers are all beginning to stretch and yawn as they begin to wake up from their long sleep. The first bluebells have begun to pepper the verges with their deep shades and red campion is joining them to create the cartoonish pink alongside the bucolic blue.

My father’s wake from the induced coma due to his coronavirus ordeal has been less smooth. On Easter Monday, he will have been in hospital for a month. 28 days of fear and anxiety for us and sedation and intubation for him.