We’ve made it into double figures! Although it feels much, much longer than that.
And it’s STILL raining! And it’s miserably dark, cloudy and wintery cold. The Spanish Government is convening on Wednesday to ratify possible further measures to tackle Covid-19, including extending the lockdown. My hope is that they will take this opportunity to sanction the free movement of the Sun once again. If not, I’m putting my tree and decorations back up and celebrating Christmas again until we are either allowed back out or we run out of chocolates and wine.
With the much-too-slow-at-times weekend finally over, I began the day in relatively high, albeit very short-lived, spirits, embracing Monday morning. I am one of the very fortunate ones that can work from home. In fact, I have been working from home for the past 30 odd years, essentially observing my very own part-time, nine to five lockdown, long before lockdowns became fashionably popular. This gives my day some structure and more importantly something to occupy myself with.
Sharing my office with Archie, going about my usual work day, whilst he’s sat at the desk next to me, going about his less than usual school day, can be quite trying. Today my team conference call was surprisingly interrupted by Archie’s Spanish teacher, Señora Noemi, on video link, reciting Spanish adverbs, nouns and prepositions. Well it might have been that. I honestly have absolutely no idea.
But such disruptions are nothing more than mild irritations. I feel for those that are unable to work and those whose businesses and livelihoods are being so badly affected by the lockdown. And that is a lot of people.
And then there’s those that will be struggling with isolation, particularly anyone that lives alone and are unable to leave the house.
I really enjoy reading friends and family’s blogs and posts of how they are coping during the lockdown. For whatever reason, there has been an undeniable underlying theme today of ‘Truly Pissed Off’. This includes me.
The lockdown is affecting us all one way or another. Even those surrounded by family, and those with job or financial security. The new going out is staying in. And the reality is it’s not all chocolates and wine. Well actually, quite often it is exactly all that, but you get my drift.
There are and will be times when we will feel frustrated, irritated and, I suspect, frightened. Sometimes we’ll direct this to the ones closest to us. And other times to faceless strangers. Let’s just remember whilst these people maybe faceless to us, they are not heartless. Just today I followed a ridiculously heated and completely unnecessary online argument over whether riding a bike to the shop was exercise (not allowed) or transport (allowed). And although in fairness this particular debate did entertain me long enough to save renting a further boxset from Netflix, it wasn’t very nice. Particularly as I lost the argument.
But we are very fortunate to have a great community here, and although these will be trying times, I know it will continue to support one another.
To paraphrase an until recently popular expression that now seems to have become lost somewhere in the midst of all thing’s coronavirus:
“In a world that you can be anything. Be Kind. Be Inside. And Be Safe.”
Keep Smiling. Stay Strong. We've got this.