When I woke up this morning, it was very quiet and very still. Then the binmen came at 7am, as they do every week, and made the sinus headache that had made me wake up early worse. So at least some things are still continuing as normal.
So yes, today is the first day of the UK's three weeks of lockdown-but-not-quite, as announced by PM Boris Johnson last night. Honestly, I could see it coming a couple of days before Monday, as every day in his daily briefings he had been leaning heavier and heavier into the "We don't want to have to tell you to stop going out, but we will if you don't start taking this seriously..." statements and a worryingly large portion of the British public responded with, "Actually, we feel like going to the seaside this weekend, and also shoving elderly people and exhausted nurses out of the way at Tesco's at 7:30am so we can get the last 6-pack of eggs."
As it was, I managed to time my online shopping delivery pretty much perfectly, it arriving 20 minutes after the lockdown announcement. So I am comfortably set for food for the next three weeks (and since my 48 Creme Eggs arrived today as well, I'm set for chocolate as well) and, as someone who spent 80% of her time inside, shunning as much human contact as I could because of my case of the crazy, my day-to-day life hasn't really changed all that much. It almost makes me feel a little guilty to have it much less stressful than others. On the other hand, I pay for this by being a paranoid, permanently anxious to the point of panic attacks depressive with OCD and a tendency to catastrophise every other day of the year, so I guess it balances out.
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