We had someone local who had the police called on them for "having visitors". Their father had died of covid, and they didn't have a shirt the right colour or size to attend the funeral (as one of the like 2 people allowed to go at that time or something), so they'd phoned a relative who had walked up the garden path, left a carrier bag by the door and gone back to their car.
Curtain twitching parasitical joy sucking arsehole rang the coppers on them pretty much accusing them of having a rave or something.
And the clapping - it was hell. They didn't clap round here - they did car horns, open air doorstep concerts, "lockdown discos" where the music was blared for everyone to hear. It was horrific for me - having kids who were struggling to sleep for the level of sad in their brain, and who are ASD and sound-sensitive anyway, and me with sound sensitivities from my own autism waiting for the barrage of noise to start each week - then the ones on our street would pile into someone's back garden to mingle, drink and slag us off for not joining in the fucking clapping.
We broke the rules after a month or so of those three weeks to flatten the curve when the kids were really crumbling mentally, I had long-since fallen apart, and couldn't get any of my uni work done so my marks were going through the floor... and we met my parents at the services so they could go to their house for a bit - just in terms of more space for the pair of my kids, the garden to play in and run a bit free-er and to try to reduce the pressure on particularly DD2. Likewise when it looked like whichever wave was going to cancel Christmas - we headed to my parents house sooner so we were there ahead of any restrictions knowing some of the stunts one local police force had pulled in the past in terms of "Covid enforcement".
Would I follow rules again? No. The reason being the behaviour I saw on here where people gleefully told me how my kids didn't matter, how they needed to learn resilience, how they were being oversensitive and should suck it up - and then tried to paint those who dared raise an eyebrow at rules, or query any inconsistencies (and there were some corkers) as hedonistic granny murderers. I realised that whatever we did was never going to be good enough for those arseholes and that, in that case, why put my family through crap to still be bitched at for it.