Friday, 27 March 2020

One week

Today will be one week since I left the house - and what a long, weird week it's been.

Boris Johnson has this morning tested positive for Coronavirus, yesterday it was Prince Charles.

There's a cynical part of me that wonders if these announcements are part of a public relations plan to engender support in a 'we're all in it together' scenario. Surely if the Prime Minister and the Prince of Wales could acquire it, suffer mild symptoms like gentlemen, and recover then it would make the rest of us feel less scared of the virus and less likely to panic buy (too late) or act as an unruly mob going on the rampage and rioting. But that's the cynic in me and thankfully that side rarely rears its head these days.

In these, what is referred to increasingly in the media as unprecedented times, folks are up to all manner of things to get them by. Social media, much derided by many people, has come into its own this week. It is not only a tool to share news and keep in touch with others during the period of lock down, but it's helping pass the time in more creative ways than I've seen before.

For example, I'm in a Facebook group called Club Solo which is essentially a virtual nightclub where people share music, post live streams of themselves DJing, make up stories of what's going on in the club and generally invent the funniest nightclub that ever didn't exist.

A friend shared an Instagram post from a local food company who are selling boxes of butter, eggs, rice, cheese and so on as a way to get by and I'm just waiting on the delivery now.

Last time I spoke to my brother he was doing baby yoga with his wife and four year old. And so on.

People are using the time as an opportunity, where they can, which I suppose is all you can do other than loaf around all day.

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