Thank you everyone. My anxiety was really bad yesterday thanks to a "helpful" D starting the new year by sharing information about two people she knew who had tested positive for Covid - one with no symptoms and one with what had appeared to be a mild cold. So, of course, we must be especially 'mindful' that even with no symptoms, we "could well be responsible for putting someone in intensive care".
In the last two weeks, I've been to the supermarket once, and played the organ at our local church three times (can't see anyone else let alone sit within 2 metres of them). Haven't left the house otherwise. DD, who has been out even less than I have, has contracted a mild sniffle, as have I.
DD's school is opening and I'm desperate to send her back, but that bloody message just about did for me. It bugs me that I'm scrutinising everything for 'ooh, are you feeling tired? Is that Covid tired or just that you went to bed late last night? Should we order a test to be on the safe side, and can I face isolating for 2 weeks again?' I had a period of slight paranoia about lung cancer after losing my mum to the same, where every cough was second-guessed with a 'hmm, is that a persistent one?', but this is in another league. It scares me that we're effectively being told that it's our fault if we get sick, every person who gets sick is putting a strain on the NHS and if we'd only given up on human contact altogether we'd be fine. (and we have Zoom doncha know!!)
Sorry for the rambling incoherence, I hate starting the new year like this but don't feel I can say it anywhere else.