
Lockdown doesn’t seem real. I am quite the expert at social distancing. I am a 25 minute stroll from my place of work. I work nights so I am not in contact with people on the streets all that much between 9pm and 7.30am . I live on the outskirts of a town and village that does not have any controversial statues and is more than 12 miles from the nearest airport. I do not use public transport. I do not drive a motor vehicle. After a night shift, in the last few months, there have been a lot more people on the streets between early morning and noon. In an attempt to avoid joggers, young families, dog walkers and strollers of all ages, I have started to take Jack P. Russell for a walk before dawn on my nights off. I am avoiding people, not because the plague. A symptom of being a reluctant resident in a psychiatric unit a few years ago was to shy away from city life and is to try my best to avoid others if at all possible. It might be described by some people as being a phobia or disorder of some sort, but I am not afraid or delusional. I just don’t like being in the company of strangers all that much most of the time. Lockdown has not overly affected me directly and I’ve committed no crimes. I have been working as normal. My wife has been affected at work in some ways that are probably worth exploring. I will ask her if she minds me writing about what it has been like at her workplace and to relay some of the other observations she has entertained me with often, when returning from retail adventures. Neither of us have been in a panic. We have not worn masks. Neither of us has worked from home. She had the option to work at home, but she chose not to. We have not had any covid symptoms. We have no intention of getting tested. Etc.. My life has not really been disrupted very much. I had a week or so off work recently and it would have been nice if we could have travelled somewhere for a few days. Belgium. Cornwall, Northumberland, Devon or Ireland were realistic options a few months ago before these strange house arrest rules began in earnest.
Nothing sensational to report. I am covid bore.