All I want for the next lockdown is a cat of my own

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I haven’t really talked about the dreaded c-word for a while. Here in the UK, things are getting quite bad again and it’s looking likely that we’re going into lockdown again at some point or perhaps there won’t be a full lockdown again but tighter restrictions. The news has been quite depressing and it’s feeling a bit like it did back at the start of March. I feel quite resigned to the fact it’s going to happen but instead of feeling anxious about how I’ll cope, I instead have this horrible feeling of regret that I didn’t make the most of this in-between period.

It has gone so quickly and I was so occupied with moving house and work stuff that I haven’t done half the things I meant to. I wanted to spend some time back in London, I wanted to visit my friends around the country, I wanted to go see my sister in Cornwall and go get drunk with one of my best friends in Birmingham. Now I’m kicking myself for not cramming more into the time we had that was a little freer. I don’t think it’s …