Everyday is like Sunday

Many times before I have quoted Morrissey whenever an ounce of tedium crept into my life (which unfortunately seems to be quite regularly). However, I feel that lockdown really is the time to embrace a bit of Mozzer’s characteristic pessimism, if you can’t sincerely quote him in a worldwide pandemic then when can you?

As UK lockdown progresses into it’s eleventh week it really does feel as if everyday is Sunday, I’ve lost all sense of time, date and purpose hence the creation of this (hopefully interesting) blog/website in an attempt to reclaim some structure and purpose into my ever extending, empty days. After commenting on “what strange times we’re in” and questioning “when will it get back to normal?” asking what day it is has taken over approximately 99% of the conversations I have had since March. Asking for the day is normally met by people proclaiming in a strangely proud fashion that they don’t know what day it is or feeling the need to offer what day they believed it was before they checked. I’m not ever so sure of the helpfulness of this but have found that a mildly enthused “oh really” seems to be an adequate response irrespective if they though it was Monday, Tuesday or the last day on Earth.

I have tried to take up some new lockdown hobbies to help add some structure into my life. But after completing what feels like every home workout under the sun to disappointingly minimal results, making a pretty disgusting banana bread and finally getting round to watching the ridiculously compelling Tiger King I have well and truly completed all lockdown activities known to man just shy of giving myself a haircut and taking approximately 25% of all my personal belongings to the tip. As the old adage goes, when one is tired of Joe Wick’s workouts and banana bread they are tired of life.

Now, time for me to watch how to give yourself a haircut on YouTube and decide which of my belongings spark joy, what day is it again?