Under House Arrest days 305/306

So my weekend at work went ok. No real dramas and on the whole enjoyable. We managed to get the bus both nights which is good as it is icy cold out there. Not a lot has happened in any real sense, we get up so early ( 5.30 am) on Saturday that after food and Ru Paul's drag race we are just ready to collapse into bed. Sunday we have to be up at 6.45 am and although that's still early, we have a little more energy to stay up a bit later. We won't be going anywhere tomorrow, so we can perhaps have a lie-in, but usually, we wake up around 7 ish. 

I had a guy in the shop on Sunday and we got chatting, he was saying that he'd set up his business ( I didn't ask what) at the end of 2019, sunk all his money into it and has just had to file as bankrupt because of the covid situation. He had gone from having a two bed townhouse to living in a rented bedsit. I felt so sorry for him, as he said no one wants to listen.  I'm afraid there will be a lot of stories like this, and a lot of people won't even have what he does. There will be a lot left homeless, and we all know that Kev and I have been there. There isn't a lot you can do, but there is one thing we can all do easily, listen. I was talking to Kev about it on our way home, and like I said that guy just needed to be heard. Not everyone has people to talk to, and even if they do it is perhaps easier to talk to a complete stranger than someone they know. Just bear it in mind, if someone tries to talk about what they are going through, let them talk. I hope that guy gets back on his feet, and I hope that by talking to me he at least felt a bit better. As hard as this lockdown is for all of us, some of us need a reminder that we at least have jobs, homes and family. Scary times, people, scary times...