… what do I write?
I have been stuck indoors for weeks due to the Covid-19 Pandemic. I thought I had a cold a few weeks ago and took precautions – this may have meant I have escaped the worst of the Pandemic. Either way, I am playing it safe and staying indoors.
However, I have learnt a lot; I will not take much for granted anymore. I will never complain about being hard done by for a trivial matter. This lock down has made me realise that all of the UK post-war generations have been, dare I say it, living in the lap of luxury.
Apart from a short while working abroad, I have never really had to test myself. I say that as an aside – I am not really testing myself at present, just sat infront of my computer trying not to catch the flu.
Do I miss much? Apart from the contents of what is in these four walls I have not had much to go on.
Kathryn has been a blessing; she is the one keeping my head up, above water. Kathryn is made of strong stuff. I needed a bit of a routine to start off with, due to an underlying health complaint. That routine has been thrown out of the window.
I miss my mates. I miss having someone to get drunk as a Lord with. I am constantly reminded of their absence and non-contact through digital media. It is a bit of a sweet sorrow. Skype does so much – but you can’t shake your mates hands there.
I know several people who live alone. I have more admiration for them than ever before. If you have kids it’s your own damn fault. I am nicely shacked up with someone I could spend any amount of quarantine with – I just hope I don’t get told off for blinking too loud again.
What will 2020 bring? A baby boom in nine months – full of first borns who will be called Children Of The Quarn? Businesses are folding left and right – people are losing their livelihood and not having an income. It is a damn scary time… at least the supermarkets are getting back in to shape.
Harrogate Convention Centre has been turned in to a Nightingale Hospital with 500 beds. I am unsure why the Government dragged it’s heels so much over the response. Never trust a Tory.
You will be pleased to hear that I am getting my sleep. I am putting in an average of 9.5 hours – just so I am fully locked and loaded for another day of washing my hands and staring out of the window.