Candice: ‘The camera pans an empty street, the roads are clear, a piece of litter rolls in the wind. From a distance, the noise of an Ambulance siren can be heard. A lone runner crosses the screen, bright in a day-glow orange top. She pounds the streets, head phones on, fiercely concentrating on putting one foot in front of another. Suddenly a dog walker appears in her path, they look at each other as the pavement is only wide enough for them in usual circumstances. She veers to the right, crossing the grass and on to the road to get away from her foe. The walker is it out of her way and now it is back to car-free silence.’
For the last week I have been watching our world change in a way that none of us would have ever have thought of, even in the last month.
I was due to be going away in the first week of Easter. I keep having flashing backs of a conversation with friends in January about booking a trip to the south coast, and then next thing I knew they were coming on our trip too. Yet four weeks ago I was telling my daughter how much I was looking forward to a week away, she would get to play with her friends, us ladies had booked a spa treatment day.
And now I feel like I am living in a science fiction novel, or its a dream and someone is going to wake me up tomorrow. What I have written above is not fiction, its fact. We no longer have to imagine the life portrayed in these sci-fi pieces, it’s happening to us all. And that is another thing I can not comprehend, it’s not just the UK it’s the world. We are all in lockdown and we are all experiencing this.
There will be many novels, plays, films and history books written about this event. And at some point in the future we will all say “Do you remember when it hit, what we did” but for now I think we are shell shocked.
I for one, am trying to record it all, because, like the birth of a child or your wedding day, you think you will remember it but you won’t. Having my daughter at home means we are creating a daily diary of events so that I and she can look back and remember what it was like. She doesn’t really understand what is happening. Tonight she wanted to know if we can go to the shops tomorrow and I had to say no. I’ve promised new toys instead as I don’t see them as an indulgence but a necessity. She asked when we could go to the shops and I said hopefully four weeks but to her, that is ages (and to me too, to be honest).
With my writing hat on I’m already wondering if this will ever become part of one of our books. The BBC are looking for scripts about it, perhaps Phil and I can come up with one?
For those who are locked in, now is the time to write about your fears and also your plans. Keep positive and we’ll all have a big party when this is over.