My worry at the time was watching what was happening in Italy and hearing about how dangerous it was and both my parents having chemo at the time.
The worry about them anyway, then their vulnerability, then about whether chemo could continue during the time - and if not how long would it stop for and the impact of that. Ds having a neurological condition and his risk.
Then catching it myself. Struggling to breathe for days and my parents not being able to help me, the worry if I was hospitalised - the worry about who could care for ds.
To find out afterwards all the information about the government ignoring lockdowns, partying, laughing at us.
Well ...... 





is all I have.
I worked through it (education). I went in once was over covid myself. We worked Easter for free. We stepped up and did our big during holidays and BH so other keyworkers could help run the country.
And they were laughing at us. 
I remember the day I realised it was as serious as it was. Lockdowns had been announced to start and the sports club ds was in was umming and ahhhhing about cancelling training that evening and shutting down early. And one of the committee members (I was on the committee) said they couldn't give confidential information but if we had the information she did about covid we wouldn't be even considering running training.
It's was that lightbulb moment about just how bad this was.
And I don't think even then I'd imagined the realism.
And yet - those tasked with governing us still couldn't take it seriously.