I outsided for the first time since 21st March. The moment I stepped out the door I felt like I was a criminal, but it had been so long since I had left the building at all - the downside of having mailboxes in the foyer, less excuse to be under sky.
I crossed my street and went up the stairs. It occurred to me that in the 12 years I have lived here I don't think I have ever gone to the end of that path - normally I'd turn off and head toward the shops up the hill. Instead I stuck to the path to the end, by the rugby club, and swung left down through the cemetery. Another place I don't think I have been in the 12 years I have lived across the road from it...
There were a lot of families doing essential tidying of graves that clearly had had no-one attend to them in years. I guess people were looking for any excuse to justify bending the lockdown rules.
And I was short of breath and coughing and sweating like a fever sufferer. Generally speaking, I was looking about as COVIDish as possible. Because that is just how I roll anyway.
And I did the whole walk without touching anything until the door handle to get back into my building.
Next time I should probably walk the whole way around the block. The hill would make it a bit of a substitute for exercise.
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