It’s been almost 6 months since the start of the lockdown. I’ve mostly stayed away from the topic so far, but as we’re finally getting back to some sort of normal I thought now was a good time to take stock.
This was initially going to be one huge article, but it was tedious, It’s already been said a thousand times, and I don’t want to bore you, so I’ll keep it in the moment with a diary of sorts.
Currently, things are bad. Really bad.
As I write this, my area of England has had local restrictions put into place in reaction to a spike in cases. That was expected, the sheep ran back to their bars, the Schools re-opened.
I went shopping yesterday, and the taste in the air has turned from defiance, then into fear, and finally, in the face of no answers, sour defeat. As a nation, a species even, we feel lost. We’re reacting and firefighting, not planning and dreaming. We’ve become The Walking Dead. Dark times indeed.
My biggest fear? This all started at the end of 2019 and almost 10 months on, no-one in the world knows how to deal with it, never mind our own blundering government. There’s no vaccine, and the disease spreads every time we lift restrictions. So is this checkmate for our way of life?
This was supposed to be a new era for our family, the kids are now all at school full-time for the first time. But instead of more time for ourselves, it’s been a nerve-jangling anxiety fest of confusing rules and testing chaos. Covid takes no prisoners, not even an innocent child’s education is sacred, and that makes me angry.
So that’s where I’ll leave it for today. I’m angry with our clueless government. Angry with the ignorant masses that couldn’t park their holiday plans for a year and flocked to the pubs. Angry with the bars and restaurants for not putting rules in place. Angry we’ve returned to a form of lockdown.
Most of all, I’m angry about Covid making our lives a whole lot worse.
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