I really am beginning to get fed-up with this bloody Covid-19 business. I'm not a particularly gregarious person, but even so the limits put on our movements and associations are becoming extremely tedious.
There is much talk at the moment of the nation's 'mental health', 'eating disorders', etc. This isn't an issue for me personally as I'm fortunate in being a very well-balanced person, but I can well imagine more vulnerable people becoming affected; especially the young. It's simply knowing that one CAN'T do certain things which is so frustrating; even if we wish to do them or not, and the young find that far more frustrating than we older folk.
On the good side, my savings have increased considerably, my gut says 'thank you' as we are eating wholemeal bread almost exclusively (it seems to freeze better than sourdough), and Haddock's has already been dug-over twice in preparation for Spring sowing/planting.
Luckily we have plenty of very good friends and family with whom we converse daily, so we are not totally isolated, but I would like to visit some other town occasionally; just for the hell of it.
Our appalling recent weather doesn't help. We have been through a long period of rain, light rain, and drizzle, and the ground is sodden. My daily early morning walks are accompanied by the sound of squelching and splashing. It really is unpleasant; although, of course, that can't be blamed on Covid.
My fear is that I may become lazy, which for me is a nightmare. I'm someone who loves to be busy. A few days of sunshine would soon change that. As such sunshine is in short supply, when it does appear I'm out there gardening, sawing, and chopping.
People are eager for an end to Lockdown, but I know that this will only help create a further spread of the virus. Folk will spread their wings in carefree abandon, and a further spike will be almost inevitable.
At present I venture out just once a week (Tuesdays) to go shopping. My normally extensive store cupboard has recently been showing signs of tiredness. To replenish stocks, last Tuesday, it cost me a staggering €150; I don't think I've ever spent so much on a week's shopping in my life. Still, the cupboard is now groaning again.