There's a significant chance that I'm going to be unable to do any work at all without snacking, from now on. It feels as though I've trained my body to run on biscuits.
When they finally tell us we can go back to the office, I'm going to need a truckload of rich tea fingers to make myself feel at home.
I exaggerate. Though, with no sign of the gym reopening, I do feel as though this might not be the cleverest of situations.
Everything else is getting there though. In a couple of weeks' time we'll be able to go to pubs, restaurants and cafes, get our hair cuts again, and visit attractions like museums and cinemas - even the two-metre rule is going, reduced to what the Prime Minister is calling '1m Plus' from July 4th. Though of course, masks and face coverings are required for the foreseeable future.
Probably until there's a (whisper it) vaccine.
We had a survey last week on our current working situation. Less than half of us (40%) are looking forward to returning to the office, apparently, even with the safety measures in place. I'm not surprised. It wasn't my first choice: stringent safety policies on how to use the bathrooms, kitchen probably out of bounds, and all of us working in stuffy masks and face coverings.
But then, here I am, in the middle of Week 15, eating rich tea fingers. Roll on.
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