In March 2020, my father was 79, and had just been (rush) released from hospital after spending five months there after developing rhabdomyolysis. He lost five stone, was bed ridden, suffered bed sores, and looked at death's door.
Alongside that, he has ongoing heart and lung conditions, so he was the dictionary definition of a CEV person.
His response when lockdown was announced was, "Well, people are soon going to get fed up of that!" He applauded DH and me for taking our nine year old DC3 (DC1 and 2 lived away from home) out on frequent day trips during the lovely Spring weather that year. We'd already had our Spring holiday cancelled; we weren't going to sit at home and waste the glorious weather! We picked up sandwiches and snacks from the shop, and headed out on some lovely days out to country parks, woodlands, rivers, beaches etc. And of course they weren't as crowded as they usually would be, as only ourselves and a few other naughty people were ignoring our glorious and oh so responsible First Minister Nicola's finger wagging. 😅