Lockdown Day 1: Monday 23rd March, 2020

  Darkness you can wrap around you. Darkness you can melt into. Darkness at the edge of town, in the centre, the suburbs, the parks and gardens, squares and alleyways, dormitory districts and arterial avenues. That’s what it’s feeling like tonight. First day of the future. First day of lockdown.
Covid-19 countdown clock ticking. Tic. Toc. Tic. Toc.

 Don’t know why it feels like that. I’m still working. Three hots and a cot. Sun shone all day, azure skies with a few fluffies floating around, fresh and refreshing Scottish breeze, ducks in the pond and fox on the prowl.

  Tic. Toc.
Monday night. Time on my hands. No travel means no 5 am start for a flight to feverville, means I’m not knackered, means I’m sitting around after work not going to the pub (shut), not going for a run (can’t run), not wandering round the shops (closed), not meeting friends and family (banned). Fun times and fancy fixings (outlawed).   

I’m not sure why I thought about Terry and those millennium days in Chicago. No idea what woke those memories, what brought that back after all these years. Nobody has died yet that I know. Just the reports of impending catastrophe on the TV.
I guess the media have got to find something to force down our throats now that Brexit is done.

  Tic. Toc.