I can still sense my sea of emotions as I embarked on my first lockdown voyage on March 23rd. The blog that day was titled ‘UK lockdown, so many questions, so many emotions’ accompanied by the image above which at the time brought a tear or two to my eyes. I went on to write:
“I think about our Prime Minister – this positive, good time sort of man – who’s having to lead the country through this. How ironic. At least his usually sunny disposition means you believe him when he tells you this is serious. I also think about the hundreds of thousands of people both in the UK and across the world who will die or suffer terrible ill-health as a result of this awful virus. Then there’s all those who will be kept apart from the people they love as they isolate or stay at home. And there’s those who will be so worried about their livelihoods. I think in particular of the hard-working self-employed who no longer have a business and the income that goes with it. I also think about all those providing the essential services that keep the country going. It brought a lump to my throat when I saw just now that 7,563 retired clinicians have responded to the call to return to work. What heroes they are putting their own health at risk – some no doubt will be in their 70s or have underlying health conditions – to help others.”
Today I would summarise my feelings as weary, resigned, sanguine, pissed off even. On Guy Fawkes night, the only thing I want to see on the bonfire are those wretched facemasks we all have to wear.
Is that such a bad thing? Does it mean I don’t care anymore or does it mean that I’m a little more resilient. I’ve not sensed much fear amongst my fellow men and women, maybe that’s why we can’t get control of the virus.
The last three days have seen a bizarre whirlwind of activity – mainly visiting close family and trips to the gym for the last time for a month.
Last night on Lockdown Eve, as the media were calling it, we tried to get in to three restaurants that would usually be empty on a freezing Wednesday in November but all were fully booked.
Our little town centre was buzzing, with people spilling out of bars and queuing to get into restaurants. It felt like Christmas Eve without the stress of buying and wrapping presents and all the better for it.
Unlike last time I’ve no real plans for this lockdown, I’m a little more prepared for home life and am just going to see what happens.
With positive news on testing and vaccines plus signs the infections are plateauing I’m feeling optimistic that after these four weeks indoors I’ll be seeing the back of lockdown, once and for all. Good riddance!