Over the CV-19 crescendo; why the woosh of boredom, disconnection and anger may be your daily bread

On the late afternoon of 10th April 2020, in the Sunny outback of a Yorkshire town a woman was pottering around, doing mundane jobs, when she looked at her emails outside of the normal timing and saw an email that jumped out of the device. It was wearing a cloak of darkness, foreboding and heading in the direction of ‘you don’t want to read this’. Something about it didn’t seem to be the email that would bring good news. Why was this email so large and present? Her son in the background was playing computer games. She wasn’t happy with the moment. She called out as the email contents took hold. One after another the names began to spill out as the thread became clearer and clearer. Mostly names she knew and some that were new. The rolled into one stream, and there were those words; He, hospital and Covid-19.

My story will be like many others and this is not a blog about my sorrows, nor am I going into details here about my friend’s death which occurred on that night. This is a moment of reflection, and perhaps a shorter blog than usual as I have been musing about some things over the weekend, adding to the blogs about the lockdown, aka ‘the grounding’ we find ourselves recipients of.