this time a year ago, roughly the absolute fear. stress that we needed wipes and hand gel and wondering whether i should buy a surgical mask in the local chemist, washing my hands so much at work, but now it is absolute second nature, but then i was self conscious. walking along wearing surgical gloves, again self consciously, being so scared i gave up work as a carer, despite mumsnetters belittling and questioning my decision.
going into an office where someone had left a tissue,
one of the senior members of staff coughing quite close to me, even now i am hyper aware and vigilant about windows being open and people at work coughing, relieved that we wear masks.
the upset that Boris was so ill in hospital