Today is Wednesday 25th March 2020. We have been in lockdown since Boris Johnson made the announcement Monday evening. We are allowed out for food and medical supplies and form of exercise a day. We are not allowed to be in gatherings of more than two and unless you live in the same household, you should stay two metres away from each other at all times. This is called social distancing. People are still largely ignoring these new rules. The number of cases is increasing on a daily basis, even Prince Charles has it. So we're not allowed out.

For me, an introvert who prefers her own company at home, this should be great. I don't even have to take the kids to school because it's closed. But it's not. I miss the daily walk to school even though I complain about having to do it, especially when the boys are playing up and not paying attention to the road. Standard stuff.

I'm finding though that I can't go out. Even though I would like to. I can't. Anxiety I didn't even know I had has raised its ugly head and has got me paralysed with fear. If I go out, I'm at risk. We're all at risk. If you have to go to hospital with it, you are not allowed visitors. Even if you're told you're dying. Labouring women are not allowed birthing partners. This is Hell. This is what Hell is like. Ironic coming from a self confessed socially awkward introvert.

Now that I am not allowed out, I can't think about anything else. I want to take the kids to the beach, but I can't. Not allowed anyway.

There is no logic to COVID-19. Stay at home. Protect the NHS. Save lives. Please.