There is no reason for this. As I have said, life is no different from the pre-virus days but there is a subtle difference – I can’t do those things that I wouldn’t do anyway but can’t do now because of the restrictions. The fact that they don’t want me to do them makes me want to do them all the more.
The rebellious spirit is a tough task master.
Herself is suffering from the same malady. She hasn’t been out of the house in many months [she still hasn’t seen the car I bought last August] but suddenly now is roaring for a trip into the Great Outside. Her attitude is fuck the law [we’re well matched] which is grand, but I had to point out that there was nowhere to go as everywhere is shut.
Anyways. Fuck it. I’m going down the village later. I have to pick up some prescriptions and stock up on a couple of other things. If The Law finds me and gets uppity I’ll just declare that I’m insulted if they think I look that old. Or else I’ll refuse to wind down the car window on the grounds that I am scared of being infected.
If you don’t hear from me again it’s probably because I have been shipped off to the Leper Colony they have secretly been constructing on Great Blasket Island.