Throughout history outbreaks of Bubonic Plague had only the fleas carried by rats, traveling upon merchant ships to spread the disease. Now the whole world fits in the pocket of each and every one of us, enabling a pandemic to quickly take hold since the first confirmed cases of Covid-19 in Wuhan, China back in November 2019.
The public were asked to self-isolate only if they or their family had symptoms of the virus. Panic buying quickly gripped the nation. Mothers without formula to feed their babies. And scrupulous opportunists on the internet, making a quick buck from their hoard of daily essentials. The poor begging the wealthy to leave stock on the shelves. Amid the faceless selfishness were acts of kindness: an Indian takeaway leaving free food at the doors of the quarantined.
One by one countries close their international doorways. Confirmed cases and fatalities rise daily. Unessential businesses are forced to close and almost overnight the population are temporarily made redundant. The world is going into lockdown. Leaving home is only permitted for supplies of food, medicine, exercise and work. Now what better time to write a book, when society has locked its doors. My characters are coming together nicely and a plot is developing. The hardest part is no change of scenery to stroll through and organise my thoughts. Instead I am reading plenty, knitting, cleaning, cooking, baking and researching the internet.
None of us know when life will return to normal and what normal will have become. For now we should stay calm, keep busy and productively fulfil our dreams.