Day 26 of Our Captivity

So. The prime minister is in intensive care. The queen delivered a televised address to the nation, which she has—incredibly—done only four times in her 68-year reign. Stuff is Serious.

Puncture wounds courtesy of our dog fetching the post

Cycling down the high street is eerie, with so many businesses closed. Very few people are out, many of whom are wearing masks and gloves, and are standing 2 meters apart going down the road in a queue to enter the grocery store or post office or pharmacy. It feels like being in one of those young adult dystopian novels I generally enjoy as escapist reading, only now that’s the opposite of escapist. It’s probably a good time to re-read some Jane Austen. Continue reading

Day 10 of Our Captivity

Well, it finally happened. We knew it would. Boris Johnson announced last night that London is going into lockdown for three weeks, effective immediately. If we are not essential workers, we are allowed to leave our houses just once a day, for the purpose of going to the grocery store or pharmacy, or for exercise such as walking, running, or cycling. Non-essential shops would all be forced to close. Playgrounds and outdoor gyms are now off limits (finally). People are not allowed to be out together in groups larger than two, aside from families.

Thank goodness they haven’t closed the parks entirely (though that could be the next wave of restrictions, if people don’t behave themselves this time). If they take away M’s ability to ride his bike around Richmond Park in the early morning, my husband will LOSE THE WILL TO LIVE. Continue reading

Day 8 of Our Captivity: More Musings

Well, we’ve passed the week mark on our isolation here in London. We are all healthy, no symptoms of anything, other than cabin fever—mild depression, anxiety, and boredom. We are pretty well stocked, with food and toilet paper and other supplies. Coffee and wine (and port). Basic medicines. Home workout equipment. Electronic devices connected to the Internet (except for the one day this week when the Internet went down for everyone on our street). Homeschooling is not something I EVER wanted to do, and the house is way messier than normal, but needs must. M can work from home; it’s not ideal, but at least it’s possible. We’re some of the lucky ones.

They made their own playground

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