Spain went into Coronavirus lock down on March 15. Here’s my daily blog to keep me sane and you informed with things you wish you knew. Or probably preferred not to know…
Saturday March 14, 2020 – Day 0
So kids are now off school for 2 weeks, all sports activities cancelled whilst the shops (except supermarkets and pharmacies) and most bars/restaurants are now closed or closing.
Personally, if today is anything to go by so far, I feel if the virus doesn’t kill you, close confinement with one’s family for a fortnight certainly will.
Shopping mayhem yesterday. I panic bought a tub of ice cream whilst I am now the proud owner of one multi pack of loo roll.
Felt stupidly guilty about buying my usual 12 pack of milk which I usually bulk buy anyway but suddenly felt like I was depriving someone of precious supplies. Felt the need to explain myself to a very uninterested cashier who, to be fair, has probably seen much worse over the last week. Meanwhile there’s plenty of tofu still on the shelves 😊
Made a last minute dash yesterday afternoon to the garden centre (surprisingly empty – I shall remember to go again when there’s a pandemic) and bought a box full of bedding plants. If I’m stranded at home I can at least garden.
Sunday March 15, 2020 – Day 1
Official day one of self isolation/quarantine/lock down. Whatever you want to call it. I prefer to label it “Hell.”
Pottered in my garden. The weeds are cowering in terror at the sight of me again. Thankfully weather is good so not cooped up inside. My heart goes out to those in apartments and I am thanking my lucky stars my kids are now old enough to entertain themselves pretty much. I would be licking the windows by now with a toddler.
Kids and I attempted a yoga session whilst hubby has turned to model making. Started off well and I was thinking this wasn’t so bad. Downward Dog can cure most situations. Turned into giggles and ended up one man down as son just got bored whilst the calming Om vibes clearly wore off rapidly as I later yelled at daughter. And all this before lunch time.
Will I survive two weeks of dealing with self absorbed, selfish, rude teen remarks. I doubt it.
Apparently we can go out to the shops for food, pharmacy, petrol and even the hairdressers (if you are old because hey if you are going to get the virus and die, you want to look your best). No dog walking (bar out for obvious necessities), or cycling, jogging etc. Police are on the streets fining anyone outside for no reason whilst you must travel alone in the car for any essential supplies. I’ll face that one end of the week as fruit and veg will run out.
Monday March 16 2020 – Day 2
As I work from home in my separate office, I’m pretty much used to self-isolation. So as Monday morning arrives, this is fairly standard for me. The problem is when I pop into the house to make a brew there are 3 other people hanging around in there. Do one! This is MY domain!
Kids are being ‘schooled’ online which means they are being sent work or projects to do by each class. Daughter has taken over the kitchen table and into the swing of things and son just seems to be wandering around vacantly distracted by anything and nothing. So that doesn’t bode well. I take my hat off to anyone who home schools their kids. This is something not in my remit. Ever.
Meanwhile in a bid to keep up his ‘steps’ whilst the gym is shut hubby decided to walk laps around our garden. His idea was the dogs would follow, thus killing two birds with one stone. Judging however by inertia of said dogs and the fact son then decided to join in (on a skateboard), this might actually do what it says on the tin. With no stone required.
On a serious note, as my livelihood hangs in jeopardy by a flimsy unstable thread this situation is beyond scary and very stressful. I herald the start of sleepless nights and an attack of hives as financially this is going to be (for most of us) a very daunting time.
I don’t believe this will end in 2 weeks and to try and keep some semblance of normality and routine in a non-stable and completely abnormal environment is very alien and almost feels futile. Like what is the point?
On the plus side as I am ‘grounded’ with no hope of any visitors I have gone bra-less. Let those babies be liberated (at least) to hang free. Join me sisters.
Tuesday March 17 2020 – Day 3
Raining this morning so hubby’s step count is currently at about 62 which included his early morning shuffle to the bathroom.
We are now a divided family. Works well that way. I’m in the garden in my office, son is in his bedroom or just wandering around aimlessly, daughter has taken over the kitchen table and hubby has pretty much moved into the loft space in the roof (not as dingy as it sounds by the way) and set up his remote teaching desk from there for his afternoon classes. Thank god we had extra internet installed last week as the usage has quadrupled with everyone here. In fact if the internet systems were to shut down, quite frankly just kill me now.
So this peculiar surreal way of existing goes on. I’m working until I’m told the plug is pulled. Which could well happen. It’s like being stuck inside a weird kind of Truman Show movie as we are controlled by fear and rules which render us useless to do anything about it.
Hubby reckoned, (after his visit into work yesterday to collect some materials) it was still busy out there in the big wide world, with people jogging (!), cycling (!) or strolling around walking dogs (!). As much as I hate confinement if it’s going to work then we might as well do it right surely?
He returned with some…. tomatoes. Hunter Gatherer is clearly not his strong point.
Meanwhile son and I devised a cross fit style programme yesterday afternoon. I tried to be enthusiastic. This was not however supposed to include an interfering cat who has severe personal space boundary issues.
This afternoon’s activity will involve me helping son to make a Faberge egg for his French project. Son and delicate objects don’t mix usually whilst eggs are as rare as 3 ply loo roll in these here parts at the moment, so I am non too happy about this activity either.
Wednesday March 18 2020 – Day 4
God is it really only Wednesday. In ‘normal’ life it would be Friday by now at least the way time usually flies. In one sense it’s quite refreshing to have time go by so slowly. I am usually dashing in and out most afternoons or busy trying to cram in as many chores as I can after work, so now a full day feels like a void even though I also feel like I am not achieving much which is soooo frustrating. At the moment it’s pretty pointless trying to clean the house. My washing machine is having a welcome spring break and I really must wash my hair.
We are up and about by 8 ish so by midday I feel I’ve done a 48 hour stint. I am struggling with cabin fever today and my patience is being tested. Son decided earlier he now wants to sit at the kitchen table (of course he does) thus annoying his sister. I’ve pointed out this is not a game of musical chairs and to get back to his quarters (Baldrick) before I gaffer tape him to the floor (thanks everyone who sent me the gif).
I would so welcome a sit outside in a café chatting to friends. In fact chatting to anyone other than the three people I am restricted to talking to. I’m not even getting responses to any emails for work I’m sending out and feel morally divided between needing to finish certain articles and wondering if those on the receiving end are a) even there or b) give a shit. I’ve even resorted to reading my spam emails just to feel wanted.
I’m wondering whether to let friends know when I’m going to the supermarket so we could schedule a chat in the beverage aisle. We could stand a metre apart and pretend we were in a bar?
Apparently Spain is the second European country to impose a nationwide lock down and has 2,000 new Coronavirus cases a day with 13,000+ infected at the moment and 500+ deaths. On the positive side for those of us still alive there’s a moratorium on mortgage payments announced and a guarantee to allow basic services such as water, gas, electricity to continue. That’s comforting at least.
Anyway you’ll be pleased to hear operation Faberge Egg was successful with only a slight mishap and altercation between son and the glue gun whilst a family Blogilates work out attempt ended disastrously as Balou (the Mastin), clearly distraught at my groans, came barging through the patio fly screen door which collapsed and landed on top of us. Thankfully no video footage of that unfortunate incident so I’ll dazzle you with some Spanish Coronavirus tracker figures instead.