So many people not only stuck to the rules but clung on to old rules or added extra rules. I've no sympathy for those who blindly swallowed it all and then some.
There were always exceptions for supporting vulnerable people and very often people did not take it up. Again more fool them if that was their concious choice. Where people had their choices removed by external bodies, care homes, hospitals, undertakers etc I do have enormous sympathy.
I cared about all kinds of things in 2020, but got shot down in flames for it time and time again, but the ADs have been proved correct time and time again- usually painfully where an "I told you so would be crass".
My anger largely burned out a while back. I don't even know how to describe it. I don't really care about Downing Street parties in themselves, they made no bloody difference, but I do care about the hypocrisy that living socially and humanely was denied to the rest of us so, so much longer than was necessary. I couldn't buy shoes for growing children until 15th June. I should not have taken them to the playground until the 4th July... one in the neighbouring village didn't open until mid-August... DS2 didn't notice, he was accustomed to running and vaulting the fence Hot Fuzz style by then 
I feel like people are angry over the wrong angle. It's not about the party, it's about the policies. Why were dying people denied love and companionship at all?
I do have a residual anger at overly compliant people who allowed the government to get away with this powertrip unquestioned. I do feel angry at people still blindly complying with nonsense rules for a quiet life. Probably harsh and unfair of me because there was so much indoctrination.
And it's not just our government. Certainly at the moment, Westminster is far from the worst. When I was in Ireland 5 months ago there was a matrix sign outside our accommodation emblazened with something along the lines of "keep going we're nearly there"... they dragged it out to a brief reopening in the autumn before yet another partial lockdown again. No hospitality again this winter.
Looking at models of stages of grief, I had that kind of accepting denial in the first weeks where it was new and there was a kind of novelty, but even in April 2020 more information was emerging. At the end of the month the ADs formed. Fatigue set in in May and my frustration and anger first began to really brew hitting proper anger in June, it did all ease July to September but brewed again in the autumn. By November the anger began alternating with depression. I felt numb until July and into August. Crap as Ireland was, it was cathartic in seeing that England could be far worse. I began to feel a more normal emotional range again. I don't know if acceptance is the right word now, I'd love it if there is justice and genuine learning from this, and maybe for once a WW2 analogy is appropriate because I'd love to see vows of never repeating these crimes against humanity and basic human behaviours in the way that WW2 was reflected upon. I'm not holding my breath though, because the oppressors were our own governments and nearly all have jumped on the bandwagon, often at their own gain.
I find it bizzarre that so many people seem to be reaching the stage that the ADs were at in spring/ summer 2020 although many will have had more at stake with their own or loved ones' health concerns. The news that the government are hypocrites hunting for loopholes is of no surprise to me, and I feel vindicated that my heinous granny-killing crimes of exercising too much and trespassing in playgrounds were of negligable consequence and were well worth the benefits.
I'm probably rambling because it's so hard to articulate!