Okay, so Boris has put the UK in lock-down (I never realised before just how much power he has at his fingertips). I can only go out for a walk once a day. I cannot go to work as I am in the ‘at-risk’ category due to having a slightly reduced airway, and so do not get paid. I cannot order food online because there are no slots available. I’ve had to leave my lovely holiday home just as the weather is improving. However, my cup is half full because…
- I can still go out for that walk, and so I walked for 2 miles early this morning. There was nobody about apart from a few cars going past. When I returned home I felt uplifted.
- I feel very well and have no cough, fever or sore throat.
- I had the foresight to order 2 months’ worth of medications because I thought I was staying at the van. Now I don’t need to go to the GP surgery until mid-May.
- I can drive to the supermarket to buy food.
- The butcher’s shop in our village is still open, although only one person at a time can go in there.
- The sun is shining and it’s a lovely spring day today.
- The birds are still singing, so it’s not the end of the world yet.
- I don’t have a permanent contract at work, and so do not feel obliged to go in.
- Sam works from home, and therefore is still being paid.
- I have a large garden to get out in.
- Football is banned.
- There were toilet rolls and Paracetamol at the van, which I brought home.
- This will all make a good novel at some point.
- Even this will pass.
What’s the point of constantly whining about our current situation? We’re in it for the long-term and we have to be content with small victories. I’m happy just to be able to walk out along the country roads in the sunshine with no other bugger about! Sam says I look like Lawrence of Arabia when I go out, but hey …