It’s Thursday and at 8pm, we were outside applauding and bashing pots.
Hubby and I missed the first week, then we were told it was to be a regular thing.
The second week there were a lot of us out applauding and cheering, then it all started to dwindle.
Not so many of us do it now, but for those that did, it was good to see, acknowledge, wave and let everyone know we are still here.
The lady over the way has not been well at all. She is on the mend, but it is a slow process and they don’t know what’s wrong. The good news is it’s not Covid.
The new people don’t venture out at all, in fact neither do anyone in the properties on that side of the road now.
The numbers reflect a change.
It’s not that we don’t appreciate the NHS, our keyworkers, and all those who are on the front line from delivery drivers to shop staff. We do, and make a point of thanking everyone when we see them.
Maybe it should have been a One off, a month at most, but the impact has worn off.
With case numbers and deaths still way too high, and the money men pushing the government to relax the lockdown completely, people are getting anxious and angry at the risks being forced upon them.
We’ve stayed in our homes, we’ve abided by the social distancing, but we cannot hide.
There is nowhere to go, and that is the scariest thing if all.