I'm in Scotland and they announced yesterday masks are here till about 4th April.
I remember thinking it was like a film at first with everything closing and the streets getting emptier. Then the nursery my dd went to closed and she couldn't understand it. She was only 3 and had only started in the November. She changed from a happy little girl to a nightmare. She still is if she's stuck in the house when off school if the weather is horrible.
Having to go to hospital myself in May 2020 to get it confirmed that my baby had died. "Luckily" I'd booked a private scan just before then so dh could come with me and I was told then.
Going to work in a place that in Feb 2020 I'd been working at an event. Then going in April 2020 and it was starting to be turned into a hospital.
My dd pointing at pics of children and saying those are my friends. She never interacted with another child from march 2020 till August 2020 when she went back to nursery and then the teachers wondered why she wasn't sharing and hitting out.
Going into Glasgow on a train on a Friday night and being the only person in the carriage.
My workmate breaking the rules and giving me a cuddle after telling him about my miscarriage. I worked all the way through it. Only asked for 1 night off when the pains were too bad.
We are still having to stand 2m apart with masks on in the playground.
Having to go to all appointments when pregnant on my own and recording the heartbeat on my phone so dh could hear it. He was allowed to my 12 and 20wks scan though. And I had a lot of appointments.
Me and dh worked at the same place and we were working the same nights at one point and people who didn't know us would bark "social distancing" at us. I was bloody pregnant lol. We kept getting told off for standing together.
I'm glad we are getting back to normal now. Well normal-ish.
And I fucking hate the phrase "covid times"