A shout out to everybody who got to go back to work yesterday.

Albeit a different kind of work, a socially distant, slower version of work, yet still work.

Normality is good. This lockdown has felt very abnormal.

But it has taught us some good lessons.

Like how to appreciate the small stuff. How to live with less. How to make do.

We clearly craved anything that felt like ‘normal’, drive through queues were evidence of that.

Take takeaways off people for 5 weeks and look what happens when you open it back up.

People go mental.

Queuing from 4 in the morning for a Bacon and Egg McMuffin, is beyond the pale.

It’s a world gone mad, and maybe that’s just how mad we’ve become.  

Hopefully it’s temporary.

We had an excellent service experience during lockdown, completely unexpected, but very much appreciated.

Our fridge gave up the ghost early on in lockdown, possibly from over-use with the doors being plied open everyday and held there while hungry bored people stared into it for endless minutes.

But the fridge repair man showed up on time, observed all the right distancing and hygiene rules, he did everything contactless – and provided excellent service.

Which is in direct contrast to many others I’ve observed who seem to have taken on level 3 as some kind of free for all.

As if Level 3 means the shackles are off and we can all run free.

But we can’t.

The PM calls it ‘the recovery room’.

The point of level 3 is not to stay in it any longer than we have to.

But we only get to do that if we do it right.

That means not flouting the rules, not going crazy with that little bit of extra freedom.

I’m not sure how many of the people on the roads yesterday were heading out for takeaways or to work, but the volume of traffic on the roads seemed back to usual, and school wasn’t even open yet.

My great hope for Level 3 is that we don’t cock this up.

We’ve sacrificed so much to get this far.

If everyone could behave the way the fridge repair man did, we might be alright.