ockdown No 2 has ruled out endless shopping trips. My bank balance is happier as long as I stay away from Amazon Prime but I’ve got cabin fever. Obviously, my mental state is nowhere near as unhinged as Jack Torrance in The Shining, who tries to murder his family after a long period of isolation in a hotel, but alarm bells are ringing nevertheless.
Like a lot of people I’m suffering from lockdown fatigue – I’m sick of being cautious. Almost doing nothing is more exhausting than being out and about. I just can’t get a good night’s sleep. I’m tossing and turning and spending half the night scrolling through Instagram and checking the headlines.
It doesn’t help that I share a bed with Lola and Liberty. Even though I forked out for a super king at great expense, they still manage to push me out so I’m hanging on to the corner for dear life.
