I‘m dreading tomorrow . The simple act of popping into my local village shop as I do my daily walk will now become a bit of a gauntlet run as I get judged by other shoppers for not conforming. I’ve seen it already, zealous mothers asking for children size masks on the village Facebook group. Today in Cambridge I went into a toy shop and was confronted by a father and two young sons about 5 years of age all masked up. It’s heart breaking.
And when will it end? This madness that has made people, even close friends so pious thinking they are actually saving lives by muzzling themselves and their family. I feel like a lone voice amongst my friends and colleagues, without even the support of my partner. I have now chosen not to talk about any new developments at home as I am just met with indifference.
I manage a hotel in London that is closed and may reopen in September if we are lucky. On Sunday I have to rotate in for 3 weeks and although it will be easier now shops and pubs are open, I can’t shake the memory of how hard it was in the first 4 weeks back in March, being away from home in a building devoid of guests and colleagues save for a few. It was not unlike being in prison. Plus the uncertainty of redundancies is looming over all of us.
I know many, many people have much, much harder circumstances than I, but right now at 12.55am the world feels quite lonely.