Let me get this right...
So, Judith Charmless booked this
#ohsomagical 2nd trip in 6 weeks to Italy, a while ago because the original planned family trip to Spain in June got cancelled. Ma and Pa Kedgers had their 30th wedding trip to Lake Garda cancelled in May. Then hey presto, after some radio silence on Instagram. A posting about their magical family holiday to Lake Garda appeared, with mucho justifications about going aka air corridors {referring to that space in-between your ears are you Grabzilla} etc., etc. Cases back home are mostly from household mixing... but erm Grabby, you've been mixing with your family since March 23rd. You've also been out and about with NCT friends; 2 days of socialising for Bentos 1st Birthday extravaganza; trips to the zoo with other people; squeezed in days out to London; various non local days out to grammable beaches; made full use of the Eat Out To Help Out scheme in August and more recently, whilst over mamas house you've met up with your vulnerable grandparents.
The government has ALWAYS stated from the very beginning non essential travel and this rule is still in place, obviously it was essential to travel to Italy {again!!!}, to get some content for your insta account before the government decides if we're going to have a mini lock down in the next few weeks.
You state instagram is a place for creativity [repetitivity in your case], a love of photography {gluts of boring veg and half dead flowers}, sharing wanderlust {are you referring to the travel magazine, the film with Jennifer Aniston and Paul Rudd or the TV series} and capturing memories {using your child for content via
#ad/#aff/#kindlygifted/#prsample} rather than another place to have media panic {I'm pretty sure Italy are worried about a second wave, as are a lot of countries}... doesn't want to talk about politics {not like anyone has asked you too} and all the scary stuff right now {jesus how to sound like a 5 year old doing the voice over on the haribo adverts}.
I'm sure, come autumn... covid-19 ain't gonna stop Grabby buggering off to NYC for some Pumpkin therapy. The twat didn't think nothing about holidaying in Australia for nearly a month at the beginning of the year, when they were in the middle of those horrendous bush fires