Yanbu.
I've had the frigging virus but it's not my main beef with what's going on.
Before I used to go out, go to the free museums in zone 1, or catch an exhibition at the Tates, then I might have lunch at the museum cafe or a nearby pub. When I was depressed, the National Gallery was my bolthole. I would sit in front of Whistlejacket by George Stubbs and do my mindfulness exercises.
Now I have to know what I'm going to be anywhere, when I want to eat, or drink...I get told where I have to go, what route to take...I have to register on a fucking app (which never works) or give the person my name and number just to drink half a fucking pint of Camden Hells.
All the roads have been narrowed to enable greater social distancing meaning traffic is snarled up. The Mayor and TfL blather on about the new cycle lanes but conveniently forget we also have buses and tubes to carry us around.
My good friend is low contact with me because he lives with an immunodeficient relative. I haven't see him since March. My dad is about to go into hospital for major surgery so I'm banned from visiting him. He is shielding with my mum. My brother isn't even allowed to go in the back garden, and he lives a 15 minute walk away.
I cannot go abroad much. I want to go to Spain for a few days to help my daughter experience Spanish spoken in its native land but we cannot fucking go. (She's doing a Spanish GCSE). I haven't been on holiday, nay, left the fucking M25 area since March.
I'm pissed off with it all.
The whole thing just makes my anxiety worse.