A whole week has passed and I’m sorry I haven’t written. It’s hard to write when it feels like the world as I know it is falling apart. I am OK with the new normal if it hadn’t been at the cost of so much pain around the world. I haven’t left the house for 28 days and still feel absolutely fine with the prospect of staying another four weeks. I feel guilty about my lock down being so pleasant when there is so much suffering in the world today. Thousands of people are dying every day, jobs have been lost, families broken up... Nearly two million cases (that we know of) and well over 100,000 deaths around the world.
I keep wondering what are the lessons we are suppose to be learning from this whole experience. What changes have we made for the better? Will we be strong enough to keep them when some kind of normality returns? Will we still reach out to help and support the vulnerable? Will we hold super market workers, delivery men and all types of carers in higher esteem? Will we continue to applaud the medical services and other frontline workers? Will this community spirit last? Or will we go back to our over consuming, selfishly insular, highly busy lifestyles again?
Life is so simple at the moment. So uncomplicated. And even though I came unprepared for a full on lock down there is actually very little I really miss (beyond the freedom of being able to visit our families abroad).
I miss my ESPA products and other good quality toiletries that I don’t keep in Tourrettes. My severely dehydrated, scaly skin misses my selection of body butters, bath and body oils and decent hand creams!
I miss my beautiful Wedgwood mug that is the perfect size for my morning coffee.
I miss my colourful earrings.
Really? Is that it?
Yes. That is it.
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