We are like coiled springs. Or an insect ready to jump.
The weather has been really good in the UK for these first weeks of lockdown. That definitely makes it much easier to bear, for us anyway. I'm sure there are people who barely notice the difference, who live pretty much like this normally.
The weather has in fact been exceptionally nice for the time of year. I can remember freezing Easters in previous years and heavy snowfalls in the middle of April. This year we have been able to spend a lot of time outdoors, pottering in the garden or sitting in the sunshine, sipping wine and enjoying the garden and the antics of Hugo and Daisy, to pass the time.
And yet, we are a bit up and down.
Me especially. I have good days when I just bumble through the day, getting on with little jobs, all of which need doing and which I have never had the time to do before. Other days I wake up and think it looks like it's going to be another nice day and then I remember.
All my summer clothes are in France, as well as my lightweight shoes, sandals and sunhats. On top of that the clothes shops are all closed, so I have had to resort to internet shopping. What a pain that is. Why on earth people should prefer it to actual shopping in real shops is a mystery to me.
After spending hours looking through websites that were difficult to navigate, being bombarded with advertising, grappling with security details and passwords and accepting cookies, I finally managed to order some things that would keep me going for the summer. Then there's the waiting for them to arrive, the inevitable disappointment, the trying on and the sending back. Most of the stuff I would not have given a second look if I had seen it in a real shop.
A classic example was a pair of cropped trousers. I already own several pairs of cotton or linen lightweight comfortable cropped trousers that are in the wardrobe in France. I live in them all summer so I ordered online something that looked similar. £30 plus nearly £5 postage. In the picture on the web page they look like nice, smartish, comfy trousers. The reality is that they're made of a jersey fabric more like pyjama bottoms. Thirty quid for a pair of pyjama bottoms is not my idea of good value.
I've decided not to bother with new sandals. The likelihood of a pair that fits plopping through the letterbox is slim to negligible so I'll manage with my slippers. It's not as if I'm going anywhere in them!
There has been much speculation about what the world will be like "after coronavirus". The inference is that the already struggling high street will be a thing of the past. What a shame. I would much rather potter round the shops, seeing and feeling things before I buy, enjoying a cup of tea and a slice of cake or even a nice lunch half way round, than do internet shopping. It simply does not compare!