Day 1 – skipped a shower because I’m not going out – that means I don’t need one, right?
Day 2 – wrong. I took a shower. Smashed out loads of Duolingo lessons, read some of my book (More Than a Woman by Caitlin Moran, I’d highly recommend), cleaned the bathroom, did a 10 minute manifestation meditation video on YouTube, did a huge online grocery shop after planning all my meals for the week etc etc…I am the queen of productivity! Not even a quarantine sesh can stop me!!
Day 3 – wrong again. I am in fact, not the queen of productivity. Got out of bed at 12:17. To pee. Then re-watched the first 5 episodes of Prison Break for the 3rd time, before finding myself in the deepest YouTube rabbit hole, watching behind the scenes of Game of Thrones. I don’t even watch Game of Thrones. Ate rice and sweet corn for lunch, despite meticulously planning my complete U-turn of a healthy eating isolation week. Downloaded Tinder.
Day 4 – whilst all my housemates make use of the luxury that is the legal ability to walk outside, I proceeded to take this unique and rather rare opportunity to dance, half naked, in the kitchen. It felt amazing. My groceries order came. I took extra long to pack my shit away, just so I could enjoy the interaction with a human that doesn’t live in my house for that little bit longer.
Day ? – I’m not sure what day it is now. And I’m not sure I care to know what day it is either. NHS Test and Trace rings me for what feels like the 22nd time. No I don’t have any symptoms. No I haven’t left the house. Yes I really really want to leave the house. Decided there are no males in this student area worthy of my attention. Deleted Tinder.
Day 6 – called my mum and cried because her response was a chaotic, ‘hi love can I call you back? I’m in Waitrose’. No Mum. You cannot call me back. You must balance holding the phone to your ear, talking to me, working out where the hell they’ve moved the avocados to, and hauling your sweet potatoes and bottle(s) of gin in the basket around Waitrose. She wasn’t impressed.
Day 7 – this is my last day, thank GOD. At 12:01 AM I’m going to the 24 hour Tesco to buy a bottle of Rosè and drink it within the hour. I deserve it. Tomorrow is gonna be a good day.