This is my 10th weekend of essentially self-isolating. I mean to some extent I am always self-isolating. I mean I live alone and am not the most social person but between work, family and my close friends I usually occasionally see a few people in person!

Since I got back from Oslo on March 13th I have –>

• had my birthday,
• had my first Zoom party,
• started a new role,
• badly sprained my wrist,
• thought I was ill,
• got really ill,
• eaten too much sugar,
• drank too much beer,
• cooked more than I ever have before,
• bought some fancy, expensive chefs knives,
• used Deliveroo for the first time,
• ordered a beer delivery for the first time,
• walked the same route approximately 50 times,
• started yoga,
• stopped yoga,
• started a different yoga,
• tried Couch25K again
• gave up Couch25K again
• listened to more music than I can ever remember,
• smashed another phone,
• bought another phone,
• tweeted two semi-viral posts,
• run my first 100% remote workshop,
• tried to get my Sticker Stories project going,
• shelved my Sticker Stories project due to lack of interest (for now),
• been unable to read for pleasure,
• been unable to concentrate on TV/movies,
• written a lot of blogposts,
• paid for an anti-bodies test and messed it up,
• came very close to starting a podcast (because I am a cliche),
• started getting back to reading for pleasure – but only comfort authors,
• spent a fortune with Amazon but saved a load of money compared to usual,
• bought a lot of art,
• and trainers..

My mental health has been…well lets call is changeable. There have been days where I have been productive and pretty upbeat, days when I haven’t wanted to get out of bed and at least a couple of days where I got seriously drunk. I know I have it easy compared to a lot of people – no home schooling, no care responsibilities at all, still got a good job, great broadband, books for days, every streaming service known to man…but it has still been pretty sucky and truth be told I have no confidence about going back out into the world post-lockdown. The idea of getting on a train, bus or god forbid the Tube scares the crap out of me. I can’t even imagine getting back on a plane – I had enough issues before.

At the moment I am planning on carrying on much the same until August when I’ll re-evaluate. That is another 10 weeks.

Onwards.