It’s the 15th of April 2020. Times are strange. The Coronavirus is raging through every country in the world, and it’s scary. People are dying – a lot of people.
What’s changed? So much.
I’ve been working from home for over a month. Businesses are closing, suffering, struggling to stay afloat. Some are thriving though – personal gym equipment is sold out everywhere and Amazon delivery delay is over a month.
Schools too. They’re all closed. Exams are cancelled. Some students are being homeschooled, others connecting with teachers over Skype or Zoom (whose shares have absolutely sky-rocketed by the way).
Human contact is at an all-time low. We stay at least two meters apart from each other. When we see someone coming, we cross the road. Half the people seem to think you can catch it from eye contact, not looking at you – let alone saying hello.
We queue for supermarkets. Two meters apart of course. There’s tape on the pavement where to stand. Some people queue for hours. Once you’re allowed in, items are limited. Toilet paper, bin bags, fresh produce, eggs, pasta, bread flour… not a hope of getting any of that.
People wear PPE – masks and gloves are the norm.
Concerts, tours, festivals, theatre shows – all cancelled for the foreseeable future. Weddings, funerals, parties – not allowed.
Parks are closed. Churches are closed. Graveyards are closed.
We’re not allowed out. You’re only allowed out for one exercise a day – from your front door and back again – and to shop for essential items.
The government have labelled certain individuals as Key Workers. They carry on. Emergency services, of course, bin men, postmen, supermarket workers, delivery drivers. They are keeping the country going.
There are fines for breaking the rules. Police are patrolling.
The economy is suffering.
Every Thursday at 8pm, people lean out of their windows, go to their driveways or stand on their balconies and clap, whistle, cheer and bang pots and pans together to salute and thank the NHS. Children (and me) paint rainbows and place them in their windows as a sign of support.
One day this will be over.
Things I’ve stopped spending money on:
- Takeaway coffee
- Meals out
- Gifts for friends I’m seeing
- Date nights
Things I’ve stopped doing:
- Seeing friends
- Seeing family
- Driving to work
- Going to the theatre
- Getting beauty treatments
- Planning for the future
- Going on holiday
- Going to the arcade
- Going out for dinner
- Wandering aimlessly
Things I’ve started doing:
- Checking in with myself
- Checking in with friends and family
- Running quizzes – all the time
- Facetiming friends and family
- Arts and crafts
- Writing letters
- Cleaning and tidying
- Playing the Sims
- Long bike rides
- Taskmaster hometasks
- Dates in the lounge
Dates in the lounge:
- Board game night
- Cocktail night
- Pamper night
- Craft night
- Couples workout
I wanted to document what’s happening to read back on in the future. I was so scared. I still am a bit. Not knowing when this will end or how our lives will be impacted long-term. But I can only control what I can control. I will be okay.