I was with my just-turned 6 year old, to whom I'd had to explain that she couldn't even meet a friend in the park to celebrate her birthday as that would break the rules. (Only two individuals could meet outdoors, and she clearly couldn't go out by herself). She was very sad, and so was I, but it didn't occur to us to try to persuade another family to break the rules which we were told we were saving lives by obeying.
And I was about to celebrate my own birthday without friends or family the following week.
And I was missing my dad, who was dying of a progressive neurological disease, and I had barely been able to see for the previous 6 months due to restrictions on gathering (he couldn't easily go outside). I don't know how I'll ever get over missing that period of his life, when he was still well enough to make memories with but we knew how limited the time was.
So it is a fucking slap in the face to see pictures of the PM living it up and laughing about it. And another fucking slap in the face to be told that "noone cares", or "it's old news" or that "the restrictions were too harsh and noone really expected anyone to obey them". I felt like I could just about cope with living through those restrictions and the impact on my family by the idea that we were all in it together doing the right thing. But the idea that those of us who complied were played for fools by the very people who made the rules up, or that we are now being belittled by Rees Mogg et al for obeying, just makes me furious.