Oh might as well get CV then 🤷🏻♀️
There is no greater risk in this than shopping. Actually they are sitting in their cars for most of it, so less likely than when stood outside the supermarket. You’ll still be socially distanced and strangers will still be touching things you will take into your house. Jesus, we can’t live in a bubble until a vaccine is developed, approved and rolled out to enough of the population to ensure herd immunity.
Jesus read a book, learn how to play chess, have sex, cut your hair, have sex, bake a cake, have sex, phone a friend -
Learn how to play chess - I know. I just don’t particularly enjoy it. Think that may well be the end of me if I play chess during lockdown.
Have sex - even when I was on the pill, my sex drive wasn’t this low. I’m restless and anxious which doesn’t tend to get me horny. Plus 6 weeks with no alone time - I’m crabby. 6 weeks with my husband not going out, he’s crabby. Oh please tell me how I get excited about two crabby people being forced to have sex because of something to do.
Cut my hair - no thanks. That’s bound to be a recipe for disaster. I would like to go out in public (even if socially distanced) at some point in the next 2 months. I’d be too embarrassed to even go straight to the hairdressers if I cut my own hair. Putting my hair in a ponytail is my capability. Maybe straightening. Even then, one side is always straighter than the other.
Read a book - I’m an avid reader normally but I’m restless and reading isn’t helping. Books aren’t capturing my attention at the minute. Romance and chick flicks are too mushy for me at the minute, life doesn’t feel that mushy at the minute. Crime and thrillers can sometimes seep into my dreams, particularly if I’m stressed. I’m having bad dreams at the minute, I really don’t need crime and thriller plots seeping into my subconscious at the moment.
Bake a cake - with what? I can’t get hold of flour or sugar. If you have a recipe for oats, butter, eggs and milk (that is vaguely cake like and edible) please share. I have a tiny amount of granulated sugar. Enlighten me.
Phone a friend - I have. I’ve spoken to all my friends. I’ve video called them. I’ve WhatsApped them. I’ve laughed at their funny memes. I’ve done virtual quizzes with them. I’ve texted photos of my overgrown hair. They’ve texted me photos of their roots. But there isn’t a lot more to fucking say because nobody is going anywhere or doing anything. It’s the same conversation; home schooling is shit, lockdown is shit, work is shit, they’re eating everything in sight, the kids are doing their head in, they’re drinking more and they couldn’t get hold of something on the food shop.
So actually sitting in a queue for 90 minutes to get KFC seems reasonable. At least I’d be able to get out of the house, go somewhere different and I might actually have something to tell my friends when I next video call them.