I thought we had stopped doing what we were told by the government. It looks as though I was wrong. Today, we were told to shop, the shops threw open their doors and, lo – we shopped!
The empty streets are once again, crowded. The roads we crossed last week without
glancing left or right are once again jammed, the air is once again foul.
Of everything I saw, the strangest was the queue outside JD Sports stretching down Oxford Street. Has everyone worn out their trainers during their hour’s daily exercise?
I wasn’t out to shop. I was out to report back to you, fellow Lockdowners, and what I have to report is that people are out buying, not in vast numbers, rarely in masks, hardly social distancing – except in shops that are carefully monitoring their entrances-and the streets don’t look that different, despite the three-month hiatus.
The only physical sign of Covid-19 were the hand sanitising – points along the pavement and the occasional sign emphasising the need for 2-metre social distancing.
But then today is only the first day of the rest of our lives.
Locked down in London 