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I have a cardboard box.
It is now quite full.
As I hear a willy wag tail welcoming in Spring I think about my cardboard box and its contents of the last six months.
I have kept, copied, printed off all the funny memes, the graphs, the photos, the articles, the letters, the instructional signs (PLEASE stand 1.5 metres apart) (USE HAND SANITISER) that I have come across since the pandemic began. Or even just before.
At the end of January
I received an email from the Dean of the University warning returning students from China to isolate.
I noticed a Chinese couple wearing masks on our flight back from Launceston on 15th February. On 26th February (our 43rd wedding anniversary) I did a big shop “to stock up” just in case... pasta, rice, tinned tomatoes, oats, tuna, long life milk. I loaded the freezer with frozen veg and meat.
On March 2 my friend told there was no toilet paper available in Chatswood Woollies. Did the local people have family in Wuhan?
We were waiting for the announcement and then it happened on March 11 (IT IS A PANDEMIC).
And so, I watched and recorded the daily numbers in my trusty blue Collins diary with comments attached, and I listened to Scott (PM as they call him) and our Glad and Daniel and Kerrie and Brett and Anastasia and Nick and all those other people thrown into the limelight. They almost feel like friends now.
A local called Tom started a great one stop Facebook page with all the details and numbers.
I took screen shots of the dancing, the singing, the poetry readings (The Great Realisation... wow).
And now my box is overflowing.
It may be of interest to my grandchildren one day.
It is now quite full.
As I hear a willy wag tail welcoming in Spring I think about my cardboard box and its contents of the last six months.
I have kept, copied, printed off all the funny memes, the graphs, the photos, the articles, the letters, the instructional signs (PLEASE stand 1.5 metres apart) (USE HAND SANITISER) that I have come across since the pandemic began. Or even just before.
At the end of January
I received an email from the Dean of the University warning returning students from China to isolate.
I noticed a Chinese couple wearing masks on our flight back from Launceston on 15th February. On 26th February (our 43rd wedding anniversary) I did a big shop “to stock up” just in case... pasta, rice, tinned tomatoes, oats, tuna, long life milk. I loaded the freezer with frozen veg and meat.
On March 2 my friend told there was no toilet paper available in Chatswood Woollies. Did the local people have family in Wuhan?
We were waiting for the announcement and then it happened on March 11 (IT IS A PANDEMIC).
And so, I watched and recorded the daily numbers in my trusty blue Collins diary with comments attached, and I listened to Scott (PM as they call him) and our Glad and Daniel and Kerrie and Brett and Anastasia and Nick and all those other people thrown into the limelight. They almost feel like friends now.
A local called Tom started a great one stop Facebook page with all the details and numbers.
I took screen shots of the dancing, the singing, the poetry readings (The Great Realisation... wow).
And now my box is overflowing.
It may be of interest to my grandchildren one day.