“Isn’t the country being a little dramatic? It won’t happen to us.” This was me to my great-auntie (who is like a best friend), as we both sat catching up a few feet away from each other, whilst the news was on.
This was the middle of March 2020. One week later — national lockdown. I didn’t know when I’d next see her. Over two million global deaths later, and we are now in “Lockdown 3.0,” which sounds like a level-up on a computer game (except you only get the one life).
I’ve just emerged from my first isolation period of 10 days. Since this all began, I’d been swanning around, trying to keep myself busy, avoiding the fact that the coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic would ever affect my family.
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