It’s only the first day, but this second lockdown in the UK feels so different.
I guess because we’ve been through one already in some ways, we’ve got some idea of what to expect.
We’re completely used to wearing masks when we leave the house, we’re settled in working from home (I don’t say that lightly, many many families have been so affected), my handbag always has two bottles of hand sanitiser and we spent the time between lockdowns (occasionally) socially distantly seeing the lovely people in our lives. It’s a surreal new normal. For families so affected I’m devastated that we have had the second tsunami of cases, especially with the horrific toll on people’s lives, but I’m not surprised.
I also can’t believe that there are people who think that covid-19 is a government hoax.
I’m also having trouble expressing myself on the subject. We’re so lucky in so many ways – some countries are so strict that you can’t leave the end of your road without a reason and a literal note, we have a comfortable home with outside space (though it’s now turning into a cold, dank winter) and being an expat, I’m used to communicating via video (though in person is a million times better.)
Whereas in contrast you have New Zealand, where life is strangely normal.
The UK government have said that it’s only a lockdown from now, the beginning of November until the beginning of December – but I think we all know that it’s going to be longer. At least there is a date to work towards. To begin with.
We’re more in a routine this time, we know having a project really helps (the last time we redecorated the whole place, this time I’ve co-founded a new business teaching social media skills and complimenting my current freelance business) and life has generally just dropped down a gear. I’ve got a Kindle full of books, a TV full of favourite old TV series’ (and a few new seasons of favourites which I’ll try to ration) and a few fun things in the diary.
I’ll be attending the theatre remotely, supporting as many small businesses in as many ways as I can and just try to remember that on the down days, that’s all they are. Days. 24 hours.
I had my birthday just as we were starting to lock down again – London was classed as Tier 2, so households were allowed to sit inside restaurants but you could only mix households outside (how strange, but it’s so there aren’t exponential multiple households worth of germs in poorly ventiled rooms) so we kept it pretty low key – but also delicious.
What a world.
This isn’t a post wth any point really, just a marker in time that allows me to meander in words.