We’ve mostly avoided any indoor activities at all. We went on holiday in Devon but mostly ate at the house and went inside one pub the whole time.
My bezzer took me for a late birthday dinner last night, they offered an inside table but neither of us wanted to, so we shivered a little outside with our coats on. The staff seemed surprised that we wouldn’t go in. There was a group in there for a birthday, loud, drinking, shouting, singing. I didn’t want to be near them.
That was probably one of the last times we’ll get to do that for a while.
We’ll do wrapped up dog walks and stuff I expect.
I still have a gym membership because I’m waiting for our bathroom to be done. Selfishly I would like them to stay open long enough that we can shower whilst we have no bathroom.
I guess for me I’m taking enough risks at work that I can’t do so in my private life too, I have to minimise potential exposure where I can. Other people are making different choices but I think most I know are being careful and we’re not under any local restrictions.
I’m having a spell of feeling quite shit about it all, I guess we all have waves of this. My birthday has just passed and there was no big night out, no hugs and dancing.
I miss that, I’m tactile and I want to hug my friends and feel relaxed and comfortable with them.
I want to go in a supermarket without feeling I have to rush and constantly scanning if people are too close to me or coughing and not wearing masks.
I do have fucking shitloads of toilet roll though as I’ve signed up to a Who Gives A Crap subscription.