I look out from my apartment balcony on a ghost town. The rail platforms are deserted, the local shopping centre and hotel closed. Just a couple of locals out walking, face masked, for exercise.
The sense of isolation is complete. For three days we must stay inside our homes, allowed out only for essential needs. Alone, thinking about this dreadul pandemic.
It is in times like this that one can realise how easily we take each other for granted. We pass each other without a greeting, fail to make contact with friends and neighbours, avoid taking time for a chat...
The sight of my ghost town urges me to appreciate more how much I need the streets to be bustling and the pub open and the shops doing business. But I have to do my bit, make my contribution to the social interaction that stops life being solitary confinement.
