My last gigs of the year as a free lance musician, one night in Taunton and another in Exeter. About a 100 or so brave people turned up for each of the shows and there was much talk of the now official Covid 19 Pandemic. We kept our distance did not shake hands, even tried the weird elbow bump, relieved that we had an enthusiastic audience but aware that we were moving into very strange times.
The following week I realised that all my work for the foreseeable future was now cancelled. My diary was wiped clean. What a strange sensation! Everything that I was about, who I was, my work, my social interactions, was now impossible and would be for at least 6 months if not more. Official lock down was announced on Tuesday March 24th 2020.
I was stranded in Cardiff unable travel anywhere, unable to help my parents once a week in Aberystwyth. I was only allowed only to leave the house for a big food and essentials shop once a week wearing a mask and plastic gloves and then a walk or a cycle as exercise once a day. On returning home I would strip off all my clothes and put them in the washing machine, wipe down all surfaces with disinfectant, wash hands with soap very thoroughly and often and most importantly not touch my face.
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