So. It’s been a few days. I have not stayed entirely indoors, partly because I needed things, partly because I wanted exercise. I feel increasingly as though I have to. The situation is clearly getting a lot lot worse in London. Not just the disruption, although there is that, but also the number of people who are ill.
A week ago yesterday, I told the charity shop where I’ve been volunteering that I would not be in for the foreseeable future because I needed to be careful of my health. At the time, this felt like an extreme measure to take. Now I’m just relieved I did. The shop in question, like all the charity shops I’m aware of, closed today and will be shut for the time being. My former colleagues (paid job) are all working from home and have been for a couple of weeks now – theirs is an open plan office in central London and one person with COVID-19 could easily infect a lot of people.
Here we are, then. I’ve got plenty of food, a cat for company, stuff to do indoors, and a garden. That’s more than a lot of people. Interestingly, I am getting around to things that I’ve been putting off. I’ve sanded down a bookshelf and waxed it, I’ve dug out my bread maker, and I’ve spring cleaned the bathroom. More spring cleaning to come, and when the weather warms up, I’ll be out in the garden.
All other plans are on hold, for now. The government seems to have taken action, finally. The action that it should have taken a month ago.