Better? No, nothing is better. It is the same. Perhaps where you live there are less cases of this coronus problem, but it is still there lurking in the background. I just had a very strong talk with my handicapped son (autism) who said “bye” and went on his usual walk through the town in the afternoon: a town that is now, or should be, empty of people. Perhaps there are a few ignorants wanting to enjoy the nice weather outside, but an autist does not realise that we are on other times. I certainly would not be keen for him to get ill, or even worse, bring the whole thing home. I cannot lock him in, but explained if he really wants to go for a walk, then he can do his walking locally in the woods or even the village (which is very small), but certainly not in town. Thank goodness he has a mobile phone and I called him to say come home immediately. I was having my midday sleep when he left and did not realise it quick enough.
It has also not got better in the stores. To a certain extent yes, that we again have toilet rolls, but I decided to prepare something today where I need a large pack of flaky pastry, a double packing. All I found was one remaining single pack on the shelf. The panic crowds had struck again and it was all sold out. There was another lady next to me searching for the same.
I eventually bought a double pack of normal pie crust pastry and decided that if I did the bottom layer of the pie crust pastry I could do the top layer with the flaky pastry. I was again reminded of the second world war when my mum said they even made coffee out of chicory and eggs were in a powder form.
So nothing has got better and it will be a long time until it does. Let us not have any illusions that because the cases of this illness might be a little less and the curve is flattening (whatever that may be) we are a long way from normalisation of talking to each other without having to shout across the garden fence. And now to make my mincemeat pie, with one roll of flaky and one roll of pie pastry. Thanks you panic buyers, you are cutting in your own flesh. May you have no toilet rolls left and have to use newspaper.