Well I guess it’s time to get back out there?
Yes? No? Maybe a bit?
I won’t pretend that I’m not perhaps a bit more cautious than many people about ending lockdown. I felt that the kids went back to school too early at the beginning of March. I felt we need to keep adapting to what was being asked of us.
When Boris the Numpty announced his roadmap, my friends all started messaging to plan a meal out on 12th April. I was the lone voice saying we should wait and see.
Facing another change
The thing is that I’ve got pretty comfortable with all the not going out and the staying home and never putting any effort into what I wear or say or do. I’ve got pretty (very) lazy.
It’s not that I don’t love and appreciate my friends. We’ve chatted daily on messenger for the last year, had zooms and been on distanced walks that I’ve really enjoyed.
But here’s a situation facing me where I need to adjust again. Time to be sociable again. No more excuses, pointing at numbers and risks. Things are genuinely much better, much safer for everyone. No more hiding now.
I need to step out of this lovely comforting nest with PJs and a soft blanket, home made G&Ts, multi-tasking binge watching TV shows and mucking around on insta and twitter. Best case scenario, at some point I’m going to have to put on skinny jeans and make up and leave the house after 6pm. Worst case, it’ll be high heels and dresses and an adventure away from our local town.
Time to get back out there
I have a feeling it’s going to be weird. I’ve forgotten how to do people. Even my lovely friends.
It’s going to be awkward and strange and uncomfortable.
But I’m going to do it!
I neeeeeed to do it. I can’t hide in my comfy quiet cave forever.
I’ll start with little steps. I’ll meet a friend for a walk during next week and another to take her toddler to the park soon after. Then, what next?
Maybe a small group for coffee? Then maybe a cocktail or two when it’s warm enough to sit out.
How amazing would it be, if we can re-acclimatise but stay sensible enough at the same time so that we might have some sort of 40th celebration in the summer?
Course it can’t be a barbecue, because the combination of himself, a special occasion and hot coals inevitably invokes the weather gods and brings pouring rain. (Evidence: our 30th, Le Mans 2018, a friend’s house-warming, and various other events engraved in out memories with visions if him cooking alone under a gazebo while everyone else sheltered, dry inside.)
How do you feel about getting back to socialising?