I am frightened.
I shall be making my own decisions, as I have done all along. We had already been in lockdown for a week when the rest of the country joined us. I had spent a lot of that week raging about the government's stupid reluctance to impose restrictions. As scientists have pointed out, the delay probably cost 20,000 lives. I wouldn't trust Boris to lead me across the road.
I have been under self-imposed house arrest, and I am staying that way until I think it is safer to come out. I know it will never be completely safe, and that makes me very scared, but I don't think we are anywhere near safe enough yet. The virus isn't going away just because people want it too. In my opinion, we haven't suppressed it enough yet to start easing up.
Some people say, "Well, you can continue to isolate if you want to." In our case, that's true but for many people it's not an option. I worry about the increased risks that people I love will have to take. I also worry about people I will never know, people I fear will die in a second wave. I fear for myself, for my family, for my country. Maybe that makes me a coward. OK, fine, I am a coward but I believe the danger is real.
In the 1918 flu epidemic, most people died in the second wave. We should proceed with the utmost caution and hope to God that the death rate doesn't rise again.