Shur Look, We Have to Get on With It

“Shur look, we have to get on with it.”

I feel like I spend my time saying these words lately.

At home, in school, on the phone, in the shop, at the chemist, I don’t go anywhere else so that’s the end of that list!

Level 3, level 4, level feckin 90, it’s all the same to us in this house.

We don’t have family in our county. We have 2 friends that live 10mins away, in a different county, and the rest of our pals are scattered all over the country. Lots of family are a plane or ferry journey away. This being so, the only other people I have seen in any kind of social setting is whatever 2 colleagues at a time that I have my socially distant, highly sanitised lunch break with.

Shur look, we have to get on with it.

Planned visits to friends have been cancelled. Planned gatherings have been cancelled. Weddings have been postponed.

Shur look, we have to get on with it.

Rumours of impending level 5 restrictions are abound. I don’t know if I’m for it or against it. I’m bordering on apathetic these days.

Shur look, we have to get on with it.

Talk of schools will be closed by next week. They won’t open again until January. Time will tell. That will be the final straw for me if it happens.

Shur look, we have to get on with it.

I’m willing to get on with it, but everyone else better get the hell on with it too.

The day of acting like you are invincible is gone. They day of doing what you like because you feel like it is gone. The day of chancing it “just the once” is gone.

Get the hell on with it. And get us out of this utterly depressing shitstorm.

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