Someone posted on Facebook this morning about the “good old days” which set me to thinking about my own personal good old days, BC (Before Coronavirus). It has now been a whole year since the start of the pandemic and the first lockdown. I look back at my diary from 2019 and see how crammed it was with lunch dates, events, trips out and appointments. Then I look at 2020, after March, and see blank page upon blank page. I’m keeping both diaries as an important reminder.
Also on Facebook this morning was the sad announcement of the demise of a local folk club I used to belong to. It had been running for a number of years but will be financially unviable come the day when we can all get back to enjoying events such as these. There will be new rules and things are not ever going to be quite the same again, vaccine or no vaccine. Even the RHS is hedging its bets (excuse the weak pun) and putting the Chelsea Flower Show back to September this year. Glastonbury Festival isn’t happening, either. No doubt, other organisers will take their cue from these two major events in the social calendar.
While some people are in a tearing hurry to get back to so-called “normal” lives again (and just look what happened when they tried it last year!) others, including several friends of mine, are much more cautious. They have become used to a different way of life, now, and it suits them. One has come to enjoy being at home more and relies on their weekly food deliveries rather than going out to the shops. (This was someone who, like me, needed to get out of the house every day, or go mad.) Another says she has a renewed appreciation of her life, family and work and has re-evaluated her friendships, gently letting some of them go… thankfully, I don’t appear to be one of them!
For me, aside from seeing my friends, I am missing seeing live bands most of all and am afraid that, like the folk club organisers, the promoters might feel it’s not worth the hassle of starting the gigs up again if there are going to be so many new restrictions in place. I really hope my fears are unfounded.
I know that, for many, lockdown has been a nightmare and disaster. It has not been a total picnic for me, either, but I’m not going to dwell on the negatives today, just the positives.
I have had the constant company of my partner (otherwise known as the OH), without which I would most surely have gone right round the bend by now. He may not agree, of course, and I know he misses certain aspects of his job, but appreciates he is lucky he has been able to work from home all this time. He certainly doesn’t miss the horribly early starts, unreliable, crowded commute and very long days.
We have been able to explore our local area more thoroughly, discovering walks and interesting places we weren’t aware of before.
I don’t drive, so it’s been really handy to have him here to take us on short local trips to shops, or wherever, without having to contend with unreliable public transport.
I have become involved in an online magazine, having regular weekly editing meetings on Zoom, and also contributing short writing pieces. This has had a profound effect on my self-esteem, which took a massive battering when I lost my much-loved job over three years ago. I feel needed, valued, useful and productive once more.
I have also been able to write more on here, and was gratified to receive an email from someone yesterday, who asked if I was OK, since they hadn’t seen any blogs from me for a while. I was touched, and assured them I would think of something soon. And here it is. I dedicate it to that person, and hope you have enjoyed reading it. I’ll be back…