Shit was getting real on my timehop from a year ago. I've got 3 posts, one about some daffodils looking cheerful (I was beyond fed up about 6+ months of relentless grey/ wet weather anyway), one joking about an empty looroll holder (we'd stashed up in Costco in Feb before it was trendy) and one about sewing Guiding and Scouting badges because it was the first week that they were all cancelled. The only productive evening I've had in their absence 
The 16th, I went into to town buying DS's birthday presents a month early just-in-case and was the last time I went in a swimming pool. The DCs are fortunate to have had some months of lessons, but the only swimming I've done since then was a wild swim in the river last July which was lovely. I like to just rock up to a public session when I'm free and feeling creaky, so the Covid rules don't work well for that.
I miss spontenaity!
I remember that week so clearly, what I did each day. It was the uncertainty that was awful. I really didn't think that the parkrun box would be in my house for 13m. I thought I'd be getting it back out soon after Easter, maybe a couple of months. The actual lockdown announcement was a relief in that we were allowed out informally for exercise compared to measures in Spain or France.
I'm just clining on to 12th April when more structure comes back into my life, although school returning has helped a lot. No clinging/ sobbing/ screaming children today either!