Lockdown 2 Diary – Day 8

When I quit writing my Lockdown Diary five months ago I didn’t think I would be starting it up again. But here we are a week into the UK’s second lockdown, and we have recorded the highest number positive cases in a single day, 33,470, since the start of the pandemic. Yesterday there were 595 deaths, and that number is expected to rise and rise.

So what’s new, or what’s changed since my last entry on 11 June? Not a whole hell of a lot. I finally got a haircut a few months ago along with the rest of the country. I still haven’t worked since 31 March and have just been furloughed again so won’t work again before the end of the year, and it is quite possible I will go an entire year without working.

Charlie came home for a few days just before this lockdown was announced so now he is staying here probably through Christmas. All of his seminars and lectures were already online anyway. But it’s just like in March when he came hime for a weekend and ended up being home for six months.

Fortuantely, he seems to be handling this situation better than me. I feel numb, bored, fed up and yet somehow hopeful that there is a tiny light flickering at the end of the tunnel. Progress on a vaccine is encouraging, but it is going to take a long time to roll out. The government said it was planning to start vaccinating 5,000 people a day. At that rate the entire population of the UK won’t be vaccinated until June 2058.

But it’s not all bad news. Joe Biden is going to be the next US president whether Donald Trump likes it or not. I fully expect to see the entire Trump crime family escorted out of the White House at gunpoint by federal marshals. I can dream, can’t I?

So welcome back to anyone who might stumble back across this diary. I am going to aim to write as often as I can find something worthwhile to write about, which is to say, don’t hold your breath.

Lockdown Diary – Day 79

Wasn’t going to bother writing an entry today but what the hell. Here goes. After two months of perfect weather June is turning out to be the anti-summer. Those clear blue skies of April and May have been replaced by gloomy grey skies, rain and lots and lots of wind. Yesterday was a complete washout. Stayed inside all day apart from a quick trip to M&S (in the car) and only logged 2,000 steps all day. That’s the least I have moved since my epic 621 steps on 1 May, a record that may well last for years to come.

I did manage to accomplish a few things today. Got a run in before the rains arrived, well almost before, as I did get rained on walking back home from the park. Another decent time, though.

Then I spent more time on the phone (on hold, mostly) to the IRS trying to find out about my stimulus payment and then on another call to the Social Security Administration to find out if they had my correct address etc. They do, and I will just have to hope my payment shows up at some point. Also found out that my application to start collecting Social Security was on their system marked pending, so I should start getting that by this time next month, they said. So progress on several fronts.

Charlie and I have decided to go up to Birmingham on Sunday and get the rest of his stuff and officially move out of the house from hell rather than wait until the end of the month. He got very stressed out yesterday just trying to get things sorted with his housemates and that witch of a landlady. The sooner we get him out of this situation the better. It will be interesting to see what shape the place is in as nobody has been living there for nearly three months.