In all honesty I was fine for the first couple of months. I'm a homebody at heart so other than not seeing my son I didn't find it too hard. I still went to my Dad's every day as he has care needs, but beyond that I was happy at home.
As the weeks and months have gone on though I've become more and more restless, and craved for the return of normal life. As soon as things started to reopen I've been out there doing as much as possible. The shops aren't as joyless as I'd feared (new shoes and a handbag yesterday!) but if face masks become compulsory then I think they'll struggle. I've worn one a few times but absolutely hate them - I can't breathe, my glasses steam, and as conversation is virtually impossible it creates an eerie, silent world that feels completely alien, and not somewhere I want to live.
The pub also isn't too bad - I've been twice and haven't had to pre-book, and as I prefer to sit outside anyway, it still feels normal. Dad has really struggled with the isolation so hubby took him to the social club when it reopened, and both said that the committee has worked very hard to create a safe but seemingly normal atmosphere, minus the usual entertainment.
My sister has booked two holidays already - one next week and the other in August, although that's definitely a step too far for me just yet.
One positive thing from the whole lockdown though is that it's firmly reinforced the importance of doing things while you can, and hang the expense!
