There's a chap down our street, we'll call him Pete, and he keeps an itinerary of the people's movements in the houses around him, shaming them publicly if he possibly can.
It's the Petes of the world who are making this absolutely fucking intolerable. I've left the house twice in the last 3 1/2 weeks - and both times our Pete and Mrs Pete have been at their gate, glaring at me daring to leave the door with a child in tow and clearly about to go around every single one of their mates in this street to complain I was taking the kids out unnecessarily. One time I was taking one child to a medical appointment, and the other time we went to look at the front window we'd decorated from the outside... I don't dare do anything else, let alone walk the dog or anything for how the Petes will react (and yes the fact they'll go around all their mates slagging off anyone they don't like who leaves the house doesn't pass me by in terms of its double-standards).
I'm at the point I'm almost considering suicide if this goes on much longer - I can't stand how people are turning against people, I can't stand the internet toxicity and the MN quarrantine police and I can't stand seeing how it's really affected the mental and physical health of my youngest. I could cope with the lockdown - it's the combination of lockdown, the Petes and the toxicity on here and every single social media outlet that gets me. Tonight and tomorrow it'll all be the "oh good show from Little Arsington Street for clapping well for the NHS... shame Middle NoClap Grove couldn't support our key workers as well - disgusting" and that grinds me down as well.