I remember it all feeling very surreal. DH and I were glued to the TV news several times a day, especially those special COVID bulletins with Boris, Chris Whitty, Patrick Valance etc etc. It was so very scary and my daughter had begged us not to go out AT ALL, even for the one hour per day permitted exercise. So we stayed at home, had online food shopping and I did exercises in the evenings as I wasn’t “allowed” to go for a walk. Fortunately the weather was absolutely wonderful for weeks on end and I spent a lot time time in the garden. The worst thing for me was not seeing my adored twin granddaughters who were 2 years old and who we had looked after for 2 half days per week. I felt very upset about that, and missed them dreadfully, but at the same time grateful that we were retired from work, able to keep safe at home and not mix. I found the images of hospital staff in hazmat suits absolutely terrifying, like something from a sci fi film. I was in absolute awe of the doctors and nurses An awful time and our only hope was the vaccine, which we knew would be a long way off - it turned out almost a year’s wait, but they pulled out all the stops to have it ready as soon as possible. I did enjoy the quiet and unpolluted atmosphere (once we could go out for a walk) and feeling that the world was somehow resetting itself to be a better place where we would appreciate each other more and value the simple things in life, at least for that period in time. I hope it never happens again.