Corona Journal, 23 March: Day 8

9.30am I sing the words hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work I go and by the time I’m finished I have moved from my bed to the dining table and thus my commute is complete.

10am Boyfriend, a junior doctor who has been on annual leave, is back at work today. I message my best friend and tell her that I don’t think we should hang out any more. We had been treating her as a member of our household (provided none of us had been in contact with anyone else), but now that boyfriend will come home every day after 8+ hours of contact with sick people at a GP surgery/A&E, seeing pals is out of the question. Feels like I am breaking up with her. ‘I don’t think we should see each other any more. It’s not you, honestly, it’s me. I still want to be friends…’

11am I break one of my New Year’s resolutions not to buy any books in 2020 and order a book from an independent publisher called Influx Press. I enter it into my ‘Non-essential expenses’ spreadsheet where I have to justify purchases to myself (I’m really fun).

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1.30pm Almost my last day in my ‘dream job’. I have been trying to find the 20 best things to do in Antalya all morning. Now Google is trolling me. Fuck all the way off, Google.

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4pm Go for a socially distant hobble, just to see. Walk past two libraries: both shut. Go to M&S to see if they have jobs going: shut. Go to Tesco and ask if they need temporary workers. They say yes, but I have to apply online. I say I’ve done that. They say someone should give me a call soon. I wonder if I should stop ignoring calls from private numbers.

5pm Sign up for Flu Camp.

7pm Bloody hell. BBC News notification telling us that BoJo is to address the nation at 8.30. This is going to be big. Boyfriend, who has just got home from GP, starts playing Shutdown.

8.15pm Wonder if he is going on 8.30 so that he can finish exactly as we tick past the watershed with ‘and we are all… (wait for it, wait for it – 9pm, go, go, go!) …fucked. Goodnight.’

9pm The news ends and boyfriend, flatmate and I sit in silence for 30 seconds. Then we watch The Hunger Games.

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