Friday, 10th April 2020
Bank holidays and religious holidays used to provide a respite from the daily grind. Today, however, I almost completely forgot it was Good Friday.
In fact, I’m only slightly ashamed to admit, I did forget it was Good Friday as I turned up at the Post Office today. (Yes – it was essential, I run my own business and need supplies.)
And that made me sad. Not sad that I’d wasted the journey. Sad that the day, normally celebrated and enjoyed by those of faith and those of none, had completely passed us by because of the situation we’re now in.
Admittedly, there were a larger number of people out on their bikes as I cycled into town. Perhaps there were a few more people walking in the sunshine, but it wasn’t the normal bank holiday feel.
But, I mused on the way back, perhaps, of all the holidays for Covid-19 to ruin, Easter is the better one. How would we be feeling, or coping, if this had hit us at Christmastime? The Easter Bunny can keep a responsible distance whilst working, but Father Christmas? That’s a minefield for spreading the virus!
I suppose, this Easter, we should be grateful for small mercies!