I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking at.
That essence of being human that allows your brain to wake before your body in case there’s a fire or a predator about – it can’t be switched off when there’s nothing doing and so goes looking for trouble.
... or not actually stay in quarantine if they don’t feel it’s right for their personal circumstances. But otherwise it’s very strict. I swear by Almighty God that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to my foibles, wants and desires, according to law.
The apocalypse they have to prepare for though, similarly to the lunar pioneers, is what to do when the furloughed have had enough and decide to slice your head off with a sharpened edging spade.
The young people in the street are constantly in and out on their bikes, and their parents are hanging out and sitting on their garden walls talking to each other, like it’s the 1970s.
Dickie White's Diary 