May 18^th.

Sixty days of lockdown. I have been reading my earliest lockdown journal entries. It still doesn’t seem real. I remember how I felt then. I was scared, and very sad. I remember thinking it might be three weeks, and now we are 60 days. I don’t feel as scared anymore, it feel quite normal, but I know my Mummy and Daddy seem more worried. They are talking about lots of people being unemployed, lots of poverty. Even though my Daddy’s business seems to be ok from what he tells me, I can tell he is a bit more worried.

I don’t know if I should be more worried, because I feel less worried than I was 60 days ago? Maybe I’m just used to it?

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