April 2020 has been a cruel month indeed. With no sign of the UK lockdown lifting and a perfect few weeks of Summer Sun, I’ve been through a multitude of emotions.
I recognise entirely, the privileged position I am in, I’m safe at home with my family and we have a lovely south facing garden that I can look out over when i’m working or sit in when i’m not. Sometimes, when my mum is home and we’re all lazing in the garden with a glass of something alcoholic, I almost forget that the world is suffering so severely. Is that awful?
I’ve had a wonderful long weekend this week, if i’m honest. I’ve really enjoyed myself and i’ve indulged in the slow days. I took annual leave from work and enjoyed Thursday and Friday in the quiet sun, i’ve spent the whole weekend in a haze of reading, scrolling through Instagram and Pinterest, dreaming of far flung destinations and wandering around my village with my dog.
I suspect some people will start forgetting about lockdown guidance for similar reasons to my own. It’s easy to forget if you’re not directly affected by it, isn’t it? In fact, I suspect people already are. Those who are fortunate to have avoided any relationship to Covid19 so far will start to relax, visit friends for ‘social distancing drinks’, visit parks because they don’t have a garden to make use of and, if i’m honest, I understand. How long can we go in lockdown? how long will our economy survive? How long will our poorest communities copy without their jobs? It terrifies me to think of going back to normal without the virus under control, but what is society supposed to do?
I suppose really, it’s a good thing I have someone in my family who works at a hospital, so I can never really forget and will always be alert. Even on the days that i’m thankful for. It’s also, for once, a good thing that i’m a bit of a homebody. I’ve not missed the pub gardens or the restaurants or the socialising terribly.
Mostly, I just want to be in a hot country, on a beautiful beach, with a book.