I’ve lost count of what day it is in the UK’s Lockdown Number 3. And, frankly, I don’t care.
I was going to say one lockdown kind of blends into another, but that’s not true. This one is boring, unsettling and oppressive although, in my opinion, the restrictions themselves aren’t oppressive enough, especially when yet again it’s one rule for those in charge and another for the rest of us lower down the food chain.
This time around, the lockdown is like someone putting pressure on your shoulders after they’ve already been pushed down as far as they can go.
I’ve given up the Sound of Music Through The Square Window, my daily song request slot for the village, because I needed the time for myself. I’d done it for more than 120 days and it’s worn me out.
And then I see on the news that a little boy has been sleeping in a tent in his garden since the first lockdown and feel bad for being such a lightweight. I know the daily music helped a lot of people and, to be honest, they could probably do with it now more than ever.
But it’s cold outside, not like the novelty of the first lockdown when it felt like we were all being given a holiday. Who wants to time their daily exercise with a walk through the village square at one o’clock in this weather?
Much better to be watching reruns of Midsomer Murders or NCIS.
I think we’re all feeling fed-up, disjointed and angry and longing for it all to stop. I cannot begin to imagine how it is for people on the front line, like NHS staff, teachers and other key workers.
Teaching my children at home while working from home would send me completely round the bend. Thank goodness they’re grown up and being sent around the bend themselves, although Number One Son has only a large cat and a tiny dog to educate, so not all bad there.
This summer, we’re going to have a great big party, assuming we’re allowed to do so. There will never have been anything quite like it. And these are the things we must look forward to.
In the meantime, while my trips to the beach with the dogs are on hold (although if I were Boris on a bike I’d be pedalling off to the coast like a demon) I’m making the most of the beauty on my doorstep.
That’s about it.
Stay at home.
Love, Maddie x
Oh Maddie, I feel your pain……..but it seems that all across Europe the numbers are going in the wrong direction!!!!! In the Italian countryside, people are observing the rules and our rates have always been incredibly low, (in fact, there was no Covid at all in the village until September 2020). But for some reason, those in the cities seem to think it doesn’t apply to them……latest news speculation is that we will be returning to much stronger lock-downs after the end of the week. Hang on in there…..you are not a lightweight – we all have our own levels and thresholds and it’s up to us to protect ourselves mentally and emotionally……big hugs.
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Ah, Lucy, ever the voice of wisdom. Thank you. xxx
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Hang on in there, Maddie. I’m with you re: monotony, though I’m not craving people, as such. I have no idea what I would do if I could! How strange. Maybe it’s just the possibility I am missing?
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It’s a weird one. I usually find lots of reasons to be cheerful but it is getting to us all. Today, I have my Gay Pride Converse baseball boots on (I am not gay, proud nor do I play baseball but they’re beautifully colourful) so maybe that will make a difference.
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Today I found comfort in being able to wear my pyjamas until after the children had gone to ‘school’ (their rooms) and every day I get to do the word puzzles in the paper before my shower. This would be logistically difficult in the old world. And my PJs are very splendid, so there’s that xxx
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