So here we are. After the increasing wierdness of the last few weeks Boris has shut us down. We’re confined to our homes, mostly.
It started off feeling a bit exciting. We were sent to work at home to minimise people in the building. I set my desk up on my table and cooked chili while I worked.
We went for a walk the other day to the park. It felt a bit odd, as if we should be scared. We saw the bridge in Meanwood, who knows how long for. On the way back there’s shop boards advertising masks, and the supermarket shelves are empty. Getting toilet roll was a cause for celebration.
My son, when he’s been here has been sleeping in my bed a lot of the time. He’s scared. I’m scared, but with the memory that they warned us this with SARS and with Swine ‘Flu, though of course these didn’t go this far.
We had a very quick decsion to make. I don’t live with my partner. We have seperate houses, and seperate children. Her house is bigger with spare rooms, but my mental health does not do well being away from home for long.
We have gone there.
It seems the Stay at Home Order is not yet enforcable until an emergency Act is passed, but it felt almost worrying calling my son’s uncle and asking for an emergency lift to my partner’s house, throwing a few bags, a couple of guitars and some food into the car.
My son has come with us, as he wanted to be with my partners kids for company. We don’t yet know if it will be legal for him to see his mum.
We went back to mine today to collect some more things. My son’s X-box, more food, clothes. I’ve given my neighbor a key and asked him to keep an eye on things. Someone in Wilkos joked that we should be careful not to get mugged carrying around a huge pack of loo roll.
I feel quite lucky, I suppose. I’ve had the means to slowly, without panic buying, full my cupboards with good food, both our jobs are relatively secure, and we have houses to live in.
We made lasangne today. I put about a tablespoon of cayenne in it because I didn’t recognise what’s in my partner’s spice jars. We had to pretend it was all OK and watch the younger two children eating this firey hot dinner and trying to brazen it out to not be the wimp.
It’s going to be a funny few weeks, months, hopefully not longer…
Lockdown
So here we are. After the increasing wierdness of the last few weeks Boris has shut us down. We’re confined to our homes, mostly.
It started off feeling a bit exciting. We were sent to work at home to minimise people in the building. I set my desk up on my table and cooked chili while I worked.
We went for a walk the other day to the park. It felt a bit odd, as if we should be scared. We saw the bridge in Meanwood, who knows how long for. On the way back there’s shop boards advertising masks, and the supermarket shelves are empty. Getting toilet roll was a cause for celebration.
My son, when he’s been here has been sleeping in my bed a lot of the time. He’s scared. I’m scared, but with the memory that they warned us this with SARS and with Swine ‘Flu, though of course these didn’t go this far.
We had a very quick decsion to make. I don’t live with my partner. We have seperate houses, and seperate children. Her house is bigger with spare rooms, but my mental health does not do well being away from home for long.
We have gone there.
It seems the Stay at Home Order is not yet enforcable until an emergency Act is passed, but it felt almost worrying calling my son’s uncle and asking for an emergency lift to my partner’s house, throwing a few bags, a couple of guitars and some food into the car.
My son has come with us, as he wanted to be with my partners kids for company. We don’t yet know if it will be legal for him to see his mum.
We went back to mine today to collect some more things. My son’s X-box, more food, clothes. I’ve given my neighbor a key and asked him to keep an eye on things. Someone in Wilkos joked that we should be careful not to get mugged carrying around a huge pack of loo roll.
I feel quite lucky, I suppose. I’ve had the means to slowly, without panic buying, full my cupboards with good food, both our jobs are relatively secure, and we have houses to live in.
We made lasangne today. I put about a tablespoon of cayenne in it because I didn’t recognise what’s in my partner’s spice jars. We had to pretend it was all OK and watch the younger two children eating this firey hot dinner and trying to brazen it out to not be the wimp.
It’s going to be a funny few weeks, months, hopefully not longer…