And that’s it, the UK is in lockdown. Probably at least a month late but we’re now in a quasi-police state where civil liberties are suspended in much of our lives here and frankly, the shit has hit the fan.

So for me, I’m in limbo. Because my real-world job is classed ‘essential’ but not key I’m awaiting instructions in the morning, but I fully expect to be told to stay at home due also to my chronic conditions. I have no idea where I go from here, and although I’ve dodged death twice, those situations I was in the hands of experts who knew there was a chance to save me. With Covid19 we don’t know how to do that yet, so if I get it then I’m risking an early grave which means I’m heading towards 12 weeks locked in.

Good luck then to us all. Not all of us are going to come out the other end of this so we’re going to need to be calm, support the scientists and the NHS, plus those folk like posties, cleaners and shop workers who will be the front line in this war.

And with that, I’m off to bed to see what tomorrow brings…