Diary Entry: March 24th – I feel like I am bouncing between “this is great, so much time, all those jobs to tick off” and “this must be the worst time to have started a new – 5 months – self-employed business, working in schools, universities and community group hubs.” No bookings left for obvious reasons.
For all the rhetoric about full employment and how we are doing well over the last 3 or 4 years, it is becoming increasingly apparent how precarious those full employment jobs were – even before this shut down. Most people I know knew this – the zero hours, the part-time hours (often for a full-time job), short time, cancelled shifts, short shifts (so no paid breaks) and all the rest. The myth of how valued SMEs and self-employed people are, but many of these going to the wall.
And yet, I can’t seem to be worried; I have some savings, I have 2 or 3 weeks of food (always do in the winter in case of snow), same for wine, same for partner’s medication. We live in a totally isolated spot. So, what’s to worry about. The sun is shining and life feels good.
Except for the night thoughts of ravaging zombies coming over the field track and scrabbling at the gate.