I find it hard to join in with the quirky inconvenience of lockdown content. Partly because I’m super mopey but also because I don’t want my experience of misplaced time to be the norm, the standard. This isn’t my story. It belongs to the essential workers and our medical staff.

Can we please not remember this time as the time of Lockdown and being bored at home? Can we please remember this as the time of panicked healthcare workers, of people continuing to work through a crisis, of losing their jobs?

And amid all that, some people were stuck at home.

I’m not even sure statistically quirky isolation is necessarily the majority experience? It’s just that people who write (including me) are much more likely to be in that group.

I can’t write outside of my own skin, obviously. And I do want to share cute pictures of my dog.

But lockdown isn’t all just empty streets and waiting for deliveries. It’s also, you know, making those deliveries. It’s nursing and healing, fighting for ppe, organising.

I think it was John Oliver who said in one of his broadcasts that so much of the coverage is “bloodless”, all numbers on one hand and marvelling at unnaturally empty streets on the other. The stillness is deceptive. This is not a time of quiet.