Lockdown Life

Lockdown lessons: the sofa is safe and comfy.

It’s been a bit of a rubbish day. I had a dreadful night’s sleep (no idea why) and then found myself wide awake at 5:30am.

After the requisite coffees, I went for a walk to Tower Bridge and back, which helped me feel a lot better. We spotted lots of swans, geese and assorted water-fowl on the way there and back and being so close to nature was a tonic.

But on the way back, I was ambushed by a nasty dose of hay fever. Despite taking my morning antihistamine. Cue runny eyes, frantic sneezing and a scratching throat.

Add to this, the inability of so many people to keep to one side of the pavement – runners, cyclists and other pedestrians. I found myself going to extraordinary lengths to avoid people walking two and three abreast, who felt no need to make any accommodation for other pedestrians.

Arseholes.

Then (deep breath) I ended up having a stand up argument with a neighbour in the reception of our apartment building. There were four adults and three toddlers blocking the entrance while they chatted – totalling preventing anyone else from getting in.

Or out.

While chatting, they were holding up three residents and a delivery for someone else. They made absolutely no effort to either a) hurry up or b) keep socially distant from each other.

After exchanging looks and sighs with the (amazingly patient) staff member on reception, I was called out for my hand-waving and shoulder-shrugging by the woman outside, and the whole thing escalated into a slagging match.

Turns out, she doesn’t even live here – she was visiting someone here. I ended up feeling bad for losing my rag, but also at their total lack of awareness and thought for others.

Anyway, I came home and collapsed on the sofa with a large glass of water. And promptly fell asleep. (The additional antihistamines may have played a part…).

After waking up (no entirely sure how long I was asleep!) I spent a pleasant time just looking out my little round window at the trees outside. It was strangely relaxing and, just for a few minutes, I didn’t give a single thought to the coronavirus, to lockdown or to social distancing.

I don’t want to even begin to estimate the hours I’ve spent on this sofa since lockdown began.

Good thing it’s comfy…

Staying indoors has gone from a deprivation and a chore to something I’m quite happy to do until this whole pandemic situation calms down a little. The sofa is safe.

3 comments on “Lockdown lessons: the sofa is safe and comfy.

  1. This pandemic is proving to me so hard why people suck and that I’m right to lose faith in them. The people in your lobby are only a small symptom of a larger problem… Somewhere along the line, people just stopped being courteous. I.e. “I wanna chat so everyone else can fucking wait.”

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    • Couldn’t agree more. everywhere I go, I see people completely ignoring the rules and laws. But this isn’t about the rules, it’s about spreading a deadly disease. Nobody gets a free pass – in any sense of the word. And this news about Cummings really is the icing on the cake… personal exceptionalism at its best.

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  2. ethnicolor

    I read an article recently by the owner of a cafe in New York. She’s noticed over the years a general rise in the “selfish” or unsocial behaviour in people just walking in off the street. Demanding, self-centred, inconsiderate and far too used to having everything served or delivered to them. To me is seems to be a result of just having everything too easy. Is it an aspect of large-city living? Here in the countryside we get on with our neighbours, because we all know some day we’ll need them. But I do feel, generally, there’s a distinct drop-off in civility and courtesy.

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