With advice and counter advice coming from all corners, and each day bringing some new do's or don'ts, I feel now that the only thing over which I have any real control - regarding my personal health and safety- is my home. That's where I feel safe and that's where my rules can apply. I feel I've read enough information about Covid 19 to last more than one lifetime - and the information just keeps coming. So, whatever precautions I take, I do that based on making myself feel safer and more comfortable. Everyone's view is going to be different.
For me, I don't feel that anything terribly complicated or expensive is involved, other than having access to hot soapy water, bleach and gloves - or poo bags. The only time now when my life at home is interrupted is if we go for a walk or if, every 10 days or so, we need to go to buy food. On those occasions (going into shops or where there will be other people), we both wear gloves and masks. Loads of others here in France do the same. I know that the jury is still out on the wearing of masks, but if nothing else it marks me out as someone who will not welcome anyone breaking the social distancing code or intruding in any way into my personal space. I feel better behind a mask and given the way that in every winter filthy people sneeze and cough and splutter their way around supermarkets without a care in the world and certainly without a single thought as to the effect of their germs on others, it surprises me that I haven't taken to using a mask and gloves years ago.
For us, anything that comes into the house, such as groceries or parcels or post, is opened outside. Paper and card and plastic is disposed of, tins and boxes etc., are wiped with a soapy cloth and allowed to dry before being taken inside and put away.
We have been asked specifically by our local Council that we put masks, gloves, tissues, wipes or anything used outside in public to shield ourselves, or for cleaning, into a separate bag, seal it and leave outside the house until it is time for the dustbin collection. We've been told that the bin men (or however they style themselves now) are becoming increasingly anxious about possibly being contaminated by such waste. So, another small thing we do to make them and ourselves feel better.
I'd really rather not bother with any of this. I'd really rather take the view - as many have said to me until recently - that "it's only a bit of flu, which will soon blow over". But since I can't, as I look at the figures for those who are dying needlessly every day, I am comforted a little by the thought that my home is as safe as I can make it and I do still have some say in making it that way.