I truly sympathise with all our Gangstars who are hurting, miserable and otherwise browned off.
I hope your spirits pick up soon. 
I often feel that way too but speaking for myself, I think well lass, you've come this far, no doubt you can crack on a bit longer.
When you get to our age, you've weathered many a storm and tragedy but we're still here because we are the strong women we used to read about and hoped we'd become.
Say, "Yes, Pollyanna". 
After thinking I was condemned to bread and water, offers of help poured in today.
That didn't happen during the last lockdown and it's taken 9 days for it to happen this time. Long enough for me to start worrying
.
The homecare agency rang to ask if I was surviving.
'You do know there is no household help during lockdown. Are you okay with that?'
Don't have much flippin' choice do I?
But they are sending Mepa on Friday and she'll take cash and a note and see what she can find in the very sparsely stocked supermarkets.
There are no unbooked deliveries or pickup times, just 'take your chance in store'.
But I had a delivery of fresh fish and seafood YAY! and although I wasn't hungry, could NOT resist immediately cooking myself a wee bit of Deep Sea Cod and for just a few moments was in pescaterian heaven.
I have a kilo in the freezer now.
Life is wonderful as long as there's fish. 
Don't suppose the Cod agrees. 
Then a neighbour strolled by (her sister has a Borzoi, Ruby, whom I adore) and said if I need anything, let her know. Yes, bring me Ruby 
Finally, unbeknown to me I'm on a list
. Neighbourhood Watch phoned with all the same offers.
It seems we've learned a lot since the last lockdown and that can only be a good thing for all the very elderly and vulnerable, as well as hearty old besoms like meself.
And the vegetables I ordered (before I knew Mepa was coming) although currently languishing in a Courier depot, will make their speedy way to me in the morning.
246 cases of Delta and rising; no deaths but absolutely no chance of of freedom this month.
But I have fish 