Each one of you commenting have every right in saying what you feel, so I will too!
I'm 69, and DH 74. Having completed the Playtex Moonwalk Full Moon 26.2 miles for several years raising thousands for the walkthewalk.org charity I walk around 20-25 miles each week and besides yoga and other activities, I keep fit and slim. Out of the blue I suffered a heart attack on Easter Monday and after an an Angiogram and Angioplasty I await bypass surgery when my Cardiologist deems it will be safe.
Due to medical and age reasons we stuck strictly to the rules and have been locked down for two months and we miss being able to hug our son and our grandchildren and my DH's 91 year old Aunt (who sadly died on Monday 11 May in a care home, distraught and unvisited too).
Advised to take exercise, on 9 May we walked through local woods onto a clearly defined footpath that ran through a field. Near the end there were two bikes on the ground millimetres off the path and next to them, lying down, a young woman with her small child sunbathing having a picnic without a care in the world or any thought for others. We had to veer off into the field and walk around them at a social distance.
On 10 May, we walked a different route in the hope we would not encounter a similar problem. We walked along an unmaintained pavement which was fairly narrow due to overgrown tall stinging nettle growth. A middle-aged male having a run approached us from the opposite direction, he should have known better but was obviously not going to stop for anyone, so we stepped back into the nettles. He was panting strongly, mouth open, and aggressively ran so close to me I was forced to ask “have you not heard of social distancing?” - even though he was inches away, he didn’t hear me as he had earphones on!
Last Sunday we walked through the same woods, footpath, and returned on the pavement too. There were several young couples lying on the footpath, so again we were forced to avoid them. The nettles had been cleared on the pavement and we noticed a young lad running towards us from behind so we stood still where we were up against the hedgerow, and this time, to thwart the real danger and risk to my health, I stuck my arm out and waited for him to pass. He didn’t try to avoid that, and hit my hand, so I asked “have you not heard about the metre social distancing?” With that I was told to “Fuck off” and running away like a coward from my angered DH who wanted to slug him, I also got the one finger sign. A truly ignorant young lad who didn’t seem to have had a decent upbringing and instead possessed a complete disregard to the wellbeing of us or others.
My DH is fit and lean but with diabetes type 2, AF, and heart problems. He contracted pneumonia after a bad bout of flu years ago, and will never forget fighting for his every breath in hospital with others dying around him, and he would not wish that on anyone including those mentioned - but no doubt they will be lucky and never catch pneumonia or contract C-19 - BUT each one could have passed it to one of us.
Why is it that people just don’t get it, where's the respect we were taught as kids, foul people spitting at wonderful key workers who sacrifice their lives for us or emergency service personnel and even the police just doing their jobs - it can't just be mixed messages from No 10?