I still have a degree of lockdown brain fog, but this afternoon, in search of empty streets, and it being a beautiful day so the parks would be full, I headed for the Square Mile. The City is usually quiet at the weekend, lockdown or not, so I was more than a bit surprised to find hoards of people walking beside the river between London Bridge and Tower Bridge. Why? I don’t know. It was weird.
Social distancing wasn’t really evident. I mean, if you had just arrived from a Covid free place (Mars perhaps) and hadn’t heard of the two metre rule, you wouldn’t have noticed anything that would have helped you work it out. There was a photography group at work in St Dunstan’s in the East, a popular place for photography students and clubs. I took pictures too, some of which I hope to use in my work.
I know we are learning to live with Covid, but this feels more like ignoring it. I am confused. So I came home and did the ironing, fed MasterB and went to have a socially distanced drink with Celia, outside. Is that allowed? To be honest I think it isn’t, but I’m not sure how it’s worse than walking along a path crowded with strangers in the City.
I had my fourth Covid test yesterday morning as party of the survey being carried out by the Office for National Statistics. I anticipate a fourth negative result, but if it’s positive that’ll mean days of isolation and that will be difficult.
I just wish I could see an end to this.
Stay safe. Keep well.