Monday: I'm not sure I've got an appropriate look for the pandemic. First there's the tan. I have a pretty serious tan at this stage. Not totally deliberate, it has to be said. It is my cross to bear that I take a tan easily. It's my dark West Cork blood. While I conduct a certain amount of my business in the back garden, I generally wear a straw hat. But the running cannot be conducted in a straw hat. Neither, as I have discovered, can it be conducted with sun-cream on the face, most of which will end up pooled in your eyes. So I find myself with this very visible tan, which can't be covered by clothes or even a face-mask.
Every other day can feel like a bank holiday and a bank holiday can feel like every other day but just a bit longer, so we need to make a special effort today to do something different. Just to set it apart from the other days. The problem is, when you can't really go anywhere, most things you can do take about an hour at most. So you need a lot of things to do.
As much as we've all been asking for more transparency from the people in charge, it's clear now that the last thing they should have done is given us a plan. And of course when they did give us the so-called roadmap out of lockdown, they stupidly told us it was a "living document", and that it was subject to change.
Current phase, tweaked: people allowed to go 5km for exercise. Cocooners, who were actually allowed to go for a walk before, are now allowed to go for a walk without getting dirty looks. Cocooners can go 5km from their houses like the rest of us, so they can walk 10km, there and back.
Sunday: I don't even like cocktails in real life, but somehow, right now, my week builds up to five o'clock on Sunday. I'm clearly not alone in having cocktail hour. Never have so many been able to have cocktails delivered by so many others. We've graduated onto making our own - more cost effective, and possibly stronger.