So the big news today is that we're going into Tier 3. That means no mixing indoors or out (except bubbles), most things are shut, we can't travel anywhere, and crucially... everyone is talking about it.
... which is all pretty much fine by me! I don't need to go anywhere other than the supermarché, l'eglise and l'office - which for now is still a laptop in my spare room. And as tough as it was to decide, I've already chosen to isolate from my bubble until after Christmas.
I did have a socially distanced gig planned though for Saturday, which would have been a lot of fun - and is now taking place in a thoroughly T2 area, with everyone else also living in a T2 area. In other words, without me. I don't mind not being able to go. If they cancel it though, I'll feel rotten that it was only me that got stuck. And it's irrational, isn't it, to feel guilty about being stuck in T3... unless you're Arnie, in which case you should probably be ashamed of yourself and not go on to make another one of those terrible movies.
Well, anyway, once London went into Tier 3 to join Slough, it was only a matter of time before it headed west to meet us. There'll be more areas to the west and south of us too that will slip into these restrictions, and potentially, after the Christmas Bubble, the whole country will be back in some sort of lockdown.
"They're being quite clever," said my colleague, "They've given us a bit of leeway and warned us to take it seriously; after Christmas they can say the next lockdown's our own fault."
He may have a point. Regardless, the world changed a little bit for us today, and it looks like it'll be like this for quite some time.
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