I genuinely think that the more lockdowns there are the less people will comply. The less people comply, the more socially acceptable it is to break the rules. For me, it went like this:
Lockdown 1: Hysterical about how we must all comply. Stupidly believed that the more that we stuck to the rules, the quicker it would be over
Lockdown 2: Wavered massively but decided to carry on seeing a friend, at the bottom of her garden and socially distanced. Would sneak in.
Lockdown 3: Saw a couple of friends, still covert but not overly so. Hugged them.
Lockdown eleventy: Fuck it. Don’t care. Don’t watch the news, do whatever the fuck you want.