In brightest day, in blackest night… (the end of shielding)
No, I haven’t been passed a ring from an alien policeperson (nerds will get the reference). It’s been just over a year since shielding began, it’s been just over a year since I became a virtual hermit, and that year begins to end on Tuesday. With the exception of a magical week in Wales my world has been predominantly our flat, with a rough 3km circle of wandering there and back distance. The physical impact can be seen in an expanded waist line, despite cycling Lands End to John a’Groats on the exercise bike and almost half way round Iceland, and becoming mildly addicted to Cockney Kim, Jamie the Lad, Gregg of the unfeasibly low body fat on Applefitness+ the simple fact is in normal times I walk about 10k a day, these days I’m lucky to average three. I’m lucky, I have got out a bit. I have friends who haven’t. We’ve not had major problems with getting food (thank you Asda for having collection boxes you can walk to) and we’re as safe as we can be. I may be lucky but that