The New Normal

I thought time would drag during this lockdown, but suddenly we’re in the second half of April, and this month is going by just as quickly as Spring months have in the past, when I’d have been filling my time with cycling, walking and gardening. Pensioners were told ‘stay in for 12 weeks’ and it seemed like forever; an impossible task. But we’re one third of the way through that timespan already.

Weird.

It’s funny how everyone seems to have adapted to ‘the strange change’ and got used to it. It’s impressive, really. If you told everyone a year ago that we’d face three months with massive restrictions on our movements and limits on what we’re allowed to do outside, they would have laughed at you, threatened you or discounted you. It would have seemed like such a monumental shift in lifestyle that it would be impossible to comprehend properly, or even contemplate. Even when it was happening in other countries, and even when we were warned it was coming to Britain, it didn’t seem like a real eventuality we would face and have to deal with. It didn’t seem like something we would accept, adapt to, and be happy to help with.

And yet here we are.
Routines have been established, new ways of family contact have been uncovered, and new ways of working are – well – working. As someone who has never been a fan of the human race in general, I have to say I think we’re doing ok so far.

But I still can’t believe it’s already April 19^th….

RC 19-4-20