June 27th 2020
Today I should have been getting ready to fly to Copenhagen. We were going to be there for what could have potentially been England’s first game of the knockout stages of the European championships. But then coronavirus cancelled the tournament, and EasyJet cancelled our flights.
It was touch and go for a while. The flights were still going ahead until like a week ago, because I think technically you’re actually allowed to leave the country now. Just when you get back you have to be quarantined for 14 days. I’m not entirely sure how that’s different from the current situation, because from what I can tell, I’ve been quarantined for three months. So this post-holiday quarantine doesn’t even seem that much different.
Either way, they’ve cancelled our flights anyway.
I, like most of the country, am super bored of quarantine. I want to go back to normal life. And some people are. And I can’t tell anyone how to live their own life, but as much as I am hating quarantine, I’ll carry on until I’m told otherwise.
What I don’t understand is how — judged solely by the people I follow on Instagram — France and Germany and Italy are back to normal life, with restaurants open, bars open, social gatherings aplenty. What did we do differently? Why are we still in this situation? Or is Instagram not a reliable source of the latest news, and those countries are still actually in lockdown? I dunno.
What I do know, is that EasyJet cancelled our flight to Copenhagen, so we won’t be going there tomorrow anymore.
Until tomorrow, or anywhere, really.