Day 13

Grrrr Lockdown has become more stringent. For me that means no walks in the fields behind the house despite the fact that there is no one else in the fields. So I go multiple times a day to the rubbish and recycling point because I think that is the only outdoor activity allowed.

I can of course borrow the neighbour’s dog and take a leisurely walk around the block! Apparently if you, while driving to the supermarket for grocery shopping, cross the limit between two towns you will have your car impounded. But as the car pounds are shut for coronavirus the car will be impounded in your own property with the police coming to check every now and then.

Right. Last night there was also a ‘Commander Alpha’ venting his frustrations on the web with full balaklava on (wonder whether that is as effective as a surgical face mask). That really reminded me of a call to arms for the scope of a coup d’etat. I don’t really understand how press agencies here lend themselves to propagating this kind of news. There you go. It was late enough and with the Prime Minister talk to the nation from his Facebook account to tell us to be patient and that all no essential activity will be shut down, and with the army already on the streets, as you can imagine I did not get much sleep. That is I did not get to sleep until I was knackered about 5-5.30 then I slept a few hours and when I woke up I fely guilty as I thought the neighbours realised I slept in and I really don’t want them to think I am a lazybones.

Whatever. Today it was also mother’s day in the country where my children live.

Yep I took the rubbish out a few times. I also trimmed the grass around the flowerbeds. Cooked Ate. Cleaned.

I spoke to a couple of very good friends, Sheila and David. I realised while I was talking to them that I was talking very fast as if we would be about to be cut off any minute.They were more relaxed than me. Maybe because where they are the virus or the lockdown have not yet hit them badly. Maybe because I am a nervous wreck and they are not.

I cooked a shitty pizza, and ate it.

That’s all. Goodnight

Author: fmcassano

I am an Italian and UK national, an economist, currently in lockdown on my own in a country house in Lombardia, the Italian region that is hardest hit by the coronavirus pandemia. I started this blog on the first day of lockdown for many reasons, the most important of which is to keep in touch with my lovely friends all over the world. A way to reconnect, share feelings, experiences and mental wanderings during a unique time. I also want to record how solitude affects my mind, moods and my expectations.