It’s horribly surreal. Waking up to another beautiful morning knowing the proverbial shit is about to hit the fan.
Life as we know it is about to change.
I filled my car up with petrol yesterday. The sizeable shop there is closed indefinitely and many of the pumps were already empty. I considered myself lucky to get a full tank. Although I’m not sure where I think I will be going in the foreseeable future, apart from taking Cassie the Blog Dog to the beach. Although, I might be of more use to someone at some stage with a full tank, rather than an empty one.
I have been keeping a low profile because I have auto-immune problems. I’m not taking any chances, I’ve already had one dose of ‘flu this year, but there are many others who are much more vulnerable than I am.
Self-isolating in the confines of our homes – self-hibernating as one friend calls it – we need a long-term project to see us through. One friend is looking at Open University courses, while another’s garden will be Capability-Brown’esque by the end of the summer.
I thought I would be able to blinker myself from the world and finish my book in record time, but I haven’t touched it in over a week. Instead, apart from walking, I’ve been spring-cleaning, which is totally out of character. I’m not a great one for labels, but a ‘domestic goddess’, I am not. Yet, despite limiting myself to one blast of news a day, I still can’t seem to concentrate.
The fields around me were ploughed and planted with potatoes yesterday. Superficially, life as we know it appears to be carrying on as normal, but a big, black underbelly of invisible menace is lurking, waiting to strike.