Surviving The Apocalypse.

The world is on the brink of chaos. Governments have now enforced compliance to remain isolated from friends and family. A necessary contingent sadly, if only to protect the stupid and ignorant from themselves. With the exception of a few limited exemptions, the nation is in full lockdown. Essential businesses will remain open such as supermarkets, postal services and construction? Not to mention opportunistic fart giblets like Mike Ashley that try to convince you that a leisure sportswear store is an essential business. Its honestly confounding just how selfish people can be when others are suffering. I guess some people are compassionately and intellectually malnourished. At a time of great confusion, where hysteria and paranoia have become the prominent vernacular, its difficult not to feel detached when your own world often doesn’t extend past your own family. You can never truly comprehend the severity of a situation, particular one of this magnitude, until it impacts someone you love. Sadly the sobering realisation that this isn’t going away has really hit, as both my daughter and my partner are suspected of contracting the Coronovirus.

They are fine, considering the harshness of their symptoms. My daughter has been suffering with a persistent, aggravating cough that only intensifies at night. Punctuating her sleep with dry, rasping splutters. Conversely my partner has endured a fever, shivering and a sore throat that causes a discernable grimace of pain. But no cough. Being symptomatic of a viral infection, that can’t be conclusively verified as Coronovirus means even fleeting symptoms is enough to impose isolation on our entire household. At time of writing I haven’t developed any symptoms that indicate that I have the virus they’ve caught. Whether I’m just asymptomatic or just plain lucky I couldn’t say, but what I can tell you is contrary to my previous article about my proclivity for purposely self isolating for many years, the reality of enforced segregation from society isn’t nearly as conciliatory.

I’ve been critical of the government’s laboured response to such a virulent disease. Treating Coronovirus as less of a global epidemic and more of an economical inconvenience. Naively trusting the British public to make sensible decisions about how they interact with one another rather than protecting them with enforced restrictions to safeguard the ignorant from their own stupiduty. Instead I’m having to explain to a 3 year old, who turns 4 in just a weeks time, why she can’t visit her friend for a picnic, whilst I console my frustrated partner who just wants to give her mum a hug. We have plenty of supplies such as bread, milk and Jaffa Cakes (the essentials) and plenty of media entertainment to alleviate the monotony. But keeping the human spirit nourished in a time of astonishing distress is becoming an increasingly problematic challenge.

I hope everyone out there is safe and adhering to the rules. This will end. And we will be stronger and hopefully a little wiser too.