This is now so much worse than anything I can dream up. I feel we are going to inhabit some weird dystopian world devoid of toilet roll. I’m not so badly off. I only poo about once a week so unless I have a fit of diarrhoea, I should be ok. In the meantime though, restaurants, pubs and any social meeting places have been told to close. No-one in government is making suggestions now to keep us safe, they’re laying it on the line. They at least worked out, a certain age group would be out and about at the weekend. They had to be stopped. This has been such a blow to our culture and way of life. Yet, I keep asking John if this is real, it has an ephemeral feel to it, it won’t really touch us, the worst hit places are where huge numbers of people conglomerate.
Do you remember being afraid of the bogey man when you were bairn? That’s what it feels like for me, the difference being, I had no proof the bogey man really existed. This bogey man is real. He comes with a serial number. I spent a fit-full night wondering about people I hadn’t seen for years, the contact being the odd Christmas and birthday card. People I want to know I still care, who would in my closer social circle be vulnerable, working out ways to have contact with friends from group activities that have now been cancelled for the foreseeable. We’ve just got to play it by ear, we are in uncharted territory.
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