I am now in Quarantine: Week 2. It’s killing me. Am I meant to be ignoring my two week quarantine like every one else seems to be doing? I’m eight days in and going a little bit mad. I’ve picked all my spots and plucked out most of my body hair in manner of a depressed chicken and I still haven’t had a call to check that I’m not out and about.
I’m not sure if I can take much more of this. My back hurts and I need to walk somewhere. I can’t walk up and down my kitchen there’s not enough space. I really don’t understand why you aren’t allowed to do a solitary walk – even if you have a dog. What’s the issue as long as you’re not hanging out in crowded places ESPECIALLY when there has been ONE case where I was staying in France SINCE THE BEGINNING OF THE QUARANTINING. I am NOT those people on the Tui flight throwing the virus around the plane like flower girls and boys. WE DO NOT ALL FIT ONE FUCKING BOX.
This has to be managed differently moving forward, with plans drawn up for different sectors of the community and different areas of infection, like you would do if you knew anything about Marketing. That is not to say that I’m suggesting a rule should be introduced about the over 50’s not being allowed to go to the pub. Because if that comes in at around the time I’m allowed to step out of my front door again I’M GOING TO KILL SOMEONE.
Actually I had a dream about Boris Johnson last night….I seem to be dreaming a lot because I’m not sleeping at all well, probably because I’m in a very shallow sleep because I HAVEN’T DONE ENOUGH WALKING OR SEEING FRIENDS so what else is there to do but sleep and if this seriously affects my mental health am I allowed to sue the government? I’m doing way worse than when we were all in lockdown together because this time my children are just coming and going and leaving me rotting in the house to smell and die.
I’m so bored I’m in bed by 10pm and up by 6am or 7am wondering what to do all day. This is about the same time the children are coming in. Which means I’m on my own all day because they’re asleep in bed and then when they wake up they go out.
“How many days have you been isolating for now?” asked my son last night as he went off out.
“A week.” I said miserably.
“AMAZING. IT’S GOING SO FAST DON’T YOU THINK? he says reassuringly.
“Not for me. It’s because you’re out all the time that it’s going fast.”
My daughter thinks I’m being pathetic and expecting sympathy where none is due. I chose to go on holiday and put myself at risk and I am praying the price. No one feels sorry for me. Get over it.
Fine. I will.
Let me try and conjure up a few stupid thrilling memories from my stupid holiday to cheer myself up. Here’s a photo of some delicious melons in a French market that I can’t currently eat because my children keep forgetting to go and buy me food. I am literally foraging in the garden like a truffle pig:-
Melons in French market
Had my first try of an electric bike. Excellent! You can properly cheat for the whole time. Loved it and will consider getting one in London if the traffic gets any worse.
Electric bike in the Dordogne
Gorgeous sunset
That’s it. Can’t be bothered to post any more. Too depressing.
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