So how many times have you done it this week? You know, thrown caution to the wind and behaved very badly indeed.
Twice for me so far and fully intend to make it a hat-trick today. Obviously, we’re not talking about sex here (£married) but GOING TO THE PUB!
Not even a pub person normally unless it’s a football day – watching West Ham sober is always a challenge – but there’s something about having just a tiny, sliver of normal that just makes it so bloomin’ lovely. I swore I wouldn’t be pathetically grateful for having back freedoms that I’m still not entirely convinced should have been taken away in the first place, but the feel-good factor is just huge, isn’t it?
Yes, it’s still totally insane that we’re not allowed to sit inside bars and restaurants and your heart aches for those businesses which are still forced to stay shut (and indeed those which will never open again) but even sitting in the snow with a cold pint and your mates around you is life-affirming, spirit-soaring fantastic. Thankfully my glass is always half full – quite literally this week – but even the sunniest of optimists has been affected by lockdown.
I honestly never realised just how much I was actually missing real life. The opportunity to just do all the stuff we used to take for granted – go to a shop that wasn’t a bloody supermarket, stop for that pint, go to the gym, get a haircut and even your nails done.
Only ever had one manicure in my entire life and hate shopping with a passion but both on the agenda this week too. Just to be out there with other people, the atmosphere is bursting with anticipation and joy. Amazing how quickly we forgot how to be happy wasn’t it?
Yes, of course, we think of those who have lost loved ones during the pandemic but if Covid has taught us one thing it’s to make the most out of every damn minute. None of us knows what’s around the corner.
My gorgeous, wonderful dad had plans for what he and mum were going to do when she joined him in retirement. Then he was taken by cancer just five short months after diagnosis. He was only 64 and we all miss him.
Life is way too precious to be locked away, forced to cower in fear by a Government that deliberately set out to terrify its population. And I will NEVER forgive them for the collateral damage that policy has caused for mental health, cancer, dementia, heart disease. The ONLY death that mattered to them was coronavirus. Well, it’s not to me and nor should it be to any of us.
The final straw was when they announced they were debating when to allow us to hug loved ones indoors. I mean, what the actual hell?
We are grown-ups more than capable of making decisions that keep us and our families and friends safe. I do not need Matt bloody Hancock’s permission to cuddle my mum.
To borrow one of the endless, patronising football metaphors so beloved of our scientists, they’ve lost the dressing room big time.
Life IS for living so get out there and damn well live it!