It's Ground Hog Day...
Well - it's not, obviously. But on the first day of England's second national Covid19 lockdown it sort of feels like it. Some things are different, of course. My sons are still in school (and thank god for it. Frankly every day of face-to-face education is a win, from my perspective. More space at the kitchen table and fewer demands for snacks, for starters). Husband is - for now - still allowed to travel for his work (the positives here are surprisingly similar; more space at the kitchen table and fewer demands for snacks. Huh.).
Oh, and there is still loo roll on the supermarket shelves. At least the shopping public (and I include myself in that number) seem to have learned that any shortages last time around were caused by people buying enough toilet paper to fill an entire wall of their bathroom, rather than there being a shortage in supply.
The feeling that this whole situation has been incredibly badly handled, though. The knowledge that more could have been done earlier, to avoid necessity of these measures being implemented. The disillusionment with a government who have wasted valuable time prevaricating and ignoring the obvious, who have thrown good money after bad and refused to accept the situation soon enough to make a tangible difference to keeping the numbers down. All those things.
All those things? Exactly the same.
