You're so lucky in the UK having an idea of what's allowed when. I live in France, and it's chaos, with the number of cases going sky-high, and no idea if or where there'll be a lockdown tomorrow.
No help of any kind for those at high risk, like the friend I live with, grave COPD, but he gets no help, except from me, handicapped also, but only with a "gamy" leg. If he was alone he'd be dead!
There are no deliveries for anything where we live, except from the chemist, and no one even passes by to see if we're still alive!
We chose to live in the countryside, so I guess we asked for our solitude.
But for others who are high risk, it is awful here.
It's the first time in nearly 40 years that I miss England, it's so well-organized with the Pandemic, and all the French do is criticize because the "British variation" is more virulent.
Tales about "stingy" guests and hosts.