24th February 2021
Before we delve into today’s stories, we’d like to say a quick, and yet massive, thank you to Lockdown Sceptics for sharing this website and allowing so many more of you to join our little community of rebels and life-livers here at Lockdown? What Lockdown?
With that said, let’s crack on with your tales. First up is an individual from the West Midlands who lives alone:
I was not disappointed when I visited a disused railway line where people walk their dogs, jog, take their children on cycle rides, or just stroll along — as I did for a couple of hours. People were happy to pass each other at a normal 18-24 inches distance, and to engage in passing chat. Throughout my entire stroll, I only spotted one person in a mask; a middle-aged man with the haunted eyes of someone who spends too much time following the BBC.
Perhaps this masked man would benefit from a little scroll through this page…
Next up we have a story about one very neighbourly street.
In my street there are 10 or so primary school age children, who attend four or five different schools between them (when they’re open!). Ever since that first lockdown in March, they’ve been playing together in the road, in each others’ gardens, in each others’ houses.
Normally these kids wouldn’t mix much as you don’t tend to mix with kids from other schools (they didn’t really play together before March 2020), but lockdown has brought them all together, and their parents, and interested bystanders such as myself.
I don’t have kids of my own, and would honestly prefer these ones to be in school instead of running around screaming and yelling in the fresh air come rain or shine, but they ask about my garden and I’ve been teaching some of them about plants and nature. We found a slow worm in the summer and I recently had my veg patch dug over by willing 8 year olds.
It’s really hard for me to reconcile the snippets of lockdown I see (colleagues fretting about home schooling during Teams meetings for example, or dire predictions about death and disease) with the reality I see outside my windows.
Our third story today comes from a grandparent who has managed to socialise more in the last few days than I think I normally would have in the days before lockdowns were even thought up in the mind of a certain communist party leader.
On Monday evening I visited my neighbours, who also had family over. In total we represented six households, 6 adults and 3 children. I had a lovely couple of hours as we talked, laughed out loud, and had meaningful conversations covering a variety of topics. I live by myself so it was a huge boost to my mental health and well-being.
On Tuesday, a good friend visited me; he made me homemade soup whilst I worked at the kitchen table. We then ate together — another boost.
Today, I am going to my daughter’s house for lunch and this evening another friend is coming to visit, as she has done regularly throughout this madness.
Despite my rebellion against the lockdown, I have still found it detrimental to my health — both physical and mental. I do realise that I am luckier than most people of my advancing years, not because I am comfortably off, (I am not), but because I decided that I was not prepared to forgo the small pleasures – whenever I could get them – that make life worth living: seeing my grandkids (even having them overnight several times); having friends visit and visiting them; even just doing my own shopping in the supermarket.
Our fourth and final story for today includes some potentially perspicacious analysis of the current vibe of the country.
I’m off to see a friend of mine tomorrow, following the loss of his mother a couple of weeks ago. He needs someone to talk to over a few beers.
Is he in my bubble?
Who knows and, frankly, who cares.
I’ve continued to see my parents throughout, but we have taken reasonable precautions. My daughter and son, whose lives have been dramatically affected by the lockdown, visit regularly and have taken to staying over in recent weeks.
People all over England are starting to ignore Government advice, and it may well be that the Government advice is now changing just to keep up with sensible people’s decisions.
“Trust the people” should be the only rule that the Government follows because the people clearly know best.
That’s all for today, folks. Do keep sending in your stories, hit the follow button at the bottom of this page if you would like email updates, tell your friends about Lockdown? What Lockdown?, and, hopefully, we’ll end up reversing the effects of the constant fear we have been subjected to as a nation over the last year!
Get out. See a friend. Share a hug.