Hurrah, another weekend at home adapting to our new normal. On Saturday this meant that the Hubster whizzed around the house cleaning windows, dusting, clearing weeds from the garden, doing washing etc. Since it's not something he does much of normally, I kept out of his way. After three weeks of reduced exercise, and jumping on the scales to realise that I have gained 1/2 stone, I knew that I needed to pull my finger out and start recreating my daily exercise habit. One problem though is that I am now sharing the turbo trainer with the Hubster.
A quiet day today, a reminder that it is the last working day of the week before the weekend. The weekend is now two days where nothing much is different except that I don't need to work. I spend less time in my back bedroom than the other days. Although I appreciate that at least I do have some differences in the days, as I am still working. For some, weekdays are little different from the weekends right now, when you can't work and can't leave the house, each day is much the same as the others.
Well that’s that then, lockdown! If was never really a question of IF it would happen, but more a case of WHEN and how extensive. Clearly all the warnings last week about social distancing, and how it meant 6ft or 2 metres apart, had little impact. With a sunny weekend, Mother's Day, the Government telling us it was ok to exercise, and all leisure activities, cafes, bars & restaurants closed, it was a balls up waiting to happen. But boy did we fuck it up!