Dr Kristopher Lovell

I’m a proper introvert. As a rule I keep well away from noisy, sociable folk as I find their kind of ‘fun’, especially organised ‘fun’, quite unbearable. I’ve always avoided joining-in. Seriously, if I get invited to a gathering, even drinks after work, part of me dies inside. And as for a wedding invitation? Well my heart falls into my boots. I’d sooner visit the dentist for a spot of root canal. At least he gives me something to dull the pain. Will there be dancing? Oh god, no please. I’ve never danced (I’m 59) and I really plan to keep it that way.
So, lockdown then? Absolutely fine. I have my books. I’m lucky enough to have a small sunny garden. My kids have left the nest and there are few, if any, callers. However, there is just one thing. One tiny fly in the anti-Covid ointment: the daily exercise. Now I do love walking. Alone. Especially at dawn. So you’d think, wouldn’t you, that this govt-approved hour outside might be more my kind of thing? Nightmare. FAR too many people about. Joggers, dog walkers, family groups who clearly never usually walk anywhere, endless ‘good morning’s and ‘no after you, thank you’s. So so painful. Garden bench it is then. Until the madness is over and I can go back to not meeting people.