Under House Arrest days 4,5 and 6

I've been at work so I've found it hard to concentrate on doing my blog. One day slips into the next with me at the moment. So I'm going to start doing a few days at a time. 

I have tried to stay really positive and sticking to restricting news coverage to once a day. But I must admit I'm struggling. I'm wide awake at 3.30 am. It's Monday 30th, I can't believe it's only one week since lockdown and life is nothing like it was. 

People coming into the shop vary from being lovely, grateful and kind to downright evil. 

One lady bought someone who had forgotten his debit card his shopping. Which bought a lump to my throat, Then about ten minutes later, someone called me a see you next Tuesday because I asked him to step back behind the two-metre line. 

We don't have screens up yet, and the number of people who have no clue that they are putting themselves and us at danger because they want to get the shopping on the belt. I kept pushing my chair back as they got closer and closer. 

I was doing ok, I was being upbeat, but after this weekend at work, I found myself getting anxious, and I'll admit paranoid. I'm overthinking and worry about stupid things. 

I miss not seeing my Sister, I know we only used to meet once a fortnight, and we wouldn't be due until tomorrow but the news that the measures are going to get stricter has bought home just how hard it's going to be. 

I'll probably be ok while I'm at home, but it seems all too real when we travel to work. You go through a dead space of a city and you do start to look at the few people who care about and wonder why they are out. 

Hopefully, when I do my next post I'll feel a little calmer, I'm going to try and stop watching even less of the news coverage, it might be burying my head in the sand but I need to get a grip and I can't do that by watching things I can't control unravelling in front of me. Stay safe folks.