“The weekend is coming to an end and as usual I feel exhausted on a Sunday night. I thought with an enforced opportunity to do less, I would have more energy. Turns out it doesn’t work like that. I thought weekends might feel longer without the distraction of work. Yet the days are passing steadily.
I have spent a lot of time on my PlayStation playing FIFA 2020 to feel like football is still here. I’m going to be a grandmaster by the end of all this. I took my designated exercise slot and went to the Tesco Express to get some essentials.
The shopping rules have intensified. Yellow and black tape now marks the two-metre gaps, inside and outside the store, which must be observed between each shopper. I had to queue to be let in and the shelves aren’t as full as they would normally be. People look at each other sheepishly as if they are thinking: “I don’t have it…” or “I wonder if you have it…”. I didn’t really get what I needed either so it was a bit of a stressful waste of time and not a happy experience. Apparently Boris is sending a letter to us all tomorrow. I don’t know what it will say but I am not sure how seriously I can take a message that presumably tells me how not to get coronavirus, from a man with er… coronavirus. Still, week two starts tomorrow and things might start to make sense.”