We are in the third week of lockdown and it seems that the isolation is not only getting to me, but to all of us.
It is only now that I am starting to miss the small things.
For instance, we have a leaking tap in our home. My husband, with little to no handyman experience, tried to fix it as best he could. What we really need is a new washer for the tap, but we cannot go and buy the R10 piece of rubber we need.
My father also phoned and told me he wanted to work in his garden, but there is no garden refuse removal at the moment and the garden refuse is piling up.
Then the big one for me: last week Wednesday hubby and I celebrated our three-year wedding anniversary. This year there were no presents, no dining out, no surprises or wine.
We did what we have been doing for almost three weeks – be at home, keep ourselves busy with work, watch a movie, make dinner and then go to bed.
My husband has taken up baking, and considering all the scones, pancakes, rusks and fudge I am forced to eat, I am convinced that I will be rolling out of the house once this lockdown is done.
Photots: Natasha Pretorius.
I also cannot imagine wearing anything else but sweat pants and pajamas.
The question on everyone’s lips is, what happens after the lockdown?
What happens when we are allowed outside again? Will we go back to work like normal, will we continue with our lives as we used to, meet in coffee shops with friends, go on holiday?
I imagine scenes where everyone walks outside and the world looks different to when the lockdown started.
It will and it won’t. There will be no overgrown jungle, and our eyes may not take time to adjust to the sun again … but life will be different. We will have to cope with a struggling economy, job losses, massive debt and maybe still fighting the coronavirus.
So for now, I am taking it one day at a time, eating the fudge, spending time with hubby and holding on to hope that we will make it through this in one piece.
