If the shoe fits, wear it.

Everyone’s lockdown is different. One size doesn’t fit all.

My lockdown is not dissimilar to the life I lead under normal circumstances, except I take the dogs out only once a day rather than twice and I’m now playing a song out of my window every day at one o’clock.

To be honest, I think the danger for me if this goes on for months and months is that I’ll become even more antisocial than usual, shutting myself away in the Shed of Dreams or hiding in among the beech trees on Bluebell Hill at dawn.

The Grigg side of the family has a history of reclusiveness. I have hermit relatives who live in ramshackle buildings in the corners of a field. My big sister lives up a lane in the middle of nowhere.

So living in the heart of a sociable village is actually quite a big deal for this extroverted introvert. At the best of times, I freeze when the doorbell goes because I’m going to have to open it and speak to someone. Now, it completely freaks me out.

I always make Mr Grigg answer the telephone because, like my late father, I don’t like speaking into it. Mind you, it’s always for my husband in any case, especially at the moment what with his bigamist marriage with the community shop.

I’m trying to be productive during the lockdown because I have the time to do it and I don’t have children at home or a heavy workload to deal with. In the main, I’ve been successful but I definitely been having more off days than I thought I would.

My remedy is to get out with the dogs before seven-thirty each day, change out of my slippers by nine o’clock and putting on something else more interesting.

The current look is Star Wars T-shirts, my trusty Levi’s and a pair of shiny or sparkly shoes.

I read today that sales of lipstick may never recover after women have gone bare-face for so long. But not me. The lipstick is staying, as are the shoes.

Happy weekend everyone.

That’s about it.

Love Maddie x

By Maddie Grigg

Maddie Grigg is the pen name of former local newspaper editor Margery Hookings. Expect reflections on rural life, community, landscape, underdogs, heritage and folklore. And fun.

1 comment

  1. I was only thinking this morning, on my walk, that I’ll miss lots of aspects of this different life. Hardly any traffic on the roads. Hardly any planes. Plus it’s no too dissimilar to my usual life and I’m also prone to being very solitary. The good thing about now is that there’s no more FOMO. I don’t have to feel bad about staying in!


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