Virus rules have us all in a real muddle
I’VE had enough of coronavirus.
I was listening to the news – all the rules and regulations... I don’t know where I am with it. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, where I can go, how to get there.
I’m in the Wrexham lockdown area. I don’t know if I can go to my next door neighbour Beryl’s and sit in the garden even. Mind you it’s too cold to sit out. But we don’t know if we can.
Like me Beryl is fed up. And she doesn’t understand the rules and regulations either.
I said: “Beryl, it’s not good us moaning every day, we’ve just got to get on with it, babe. We’ve got to knuckle down and get on with it.”
There’s nothing we can do. We can’t alter things.
But I’m losing the plot slowly. I made a cup of tea the other morning. I was sitting drinking it and thinking, ‘ Why is this tea watery?’ I hadn’t put the tea bag in.
It was milk, Sweetex and hot water. Lockdown must be affecting me. I’ve never done that before.
It’s terrible, I don’t know the day anymore. I don’t know what the date is because every day now is the same.
My friend said to me: “How are we going to get Christmas cards this time?” And I said: “We can’t get to Marks, we can’t get Christmas cards.”
Everybody’s answer is “go online”. I don’t know how to go online. I don’t understand online. I wasn’t brought up with “go online”. I was brought up with an abacus. It’s ridiculous. Go online to do your shopping. They don’t think of old people.
I want to go out and go shopping, to do my own shopping. I want to go to a supermarket and I want to look for a lamb chop that hasn’t got any fat. I don’t want to buy from online with a load of fat. I like to see something before I buy it.
At th e moment my daughter-inlaw Kim does my shopping and I am very grateful but I miss going. I miss going to the deli counter and picking my own stuff.
We’re living in a funny age. Of course, this could be how it will always be. The normal way of life will be living with a mask on and self distancing.
And that’s frightening. I’m afraid of doing everything. And I don’t know if I’m doing it right or doing it wrong. You don’t know where to go or what to do.
It is all a worry. We can’t get out, we
can’t get Christmas cards. I’ll just have to text everybody Happy Christmas.