Life During War Time

Let's get something straight; this is war, a war against a virus, which means we have been, and are still living in war time. Its life on the home front where wearing pants is no longer a daily necessity, where alarm clocks are semi-retired, where binge watching TV shows is not frowned upon. We have new days within our seven day weeks; Thurnsday, Fraterday and Wunday. After all when the pattern of daily life is disrupted who can tell what day it is?
Measurements of social distancing seem to vary according to the whims of the person in front, or behind you in the M&S queue and we've learned that masks come in all shapes and sizes (along with people's levels of suspicion). We've got to know the guy that stands at the door of our local supermarket, telling us when we can enter, and the quickest way to reach the alcohol aisle with the least amount of touching foreign objects. We've got bored of the Downing Street daily briefings and got used to pouring scorn on excruciating celebrity sing alongs designed to raise our spirits. We've made the Thursday clapping of the NHS part of our schedules and we've all found at least one thing to agree upon: that Captain Tom is an amazing bloke.
Many of us have discovered that Zoom is not just the name of a Seventies rocket shaped ice lolly and that TikTok isn't just the opening line of  Tick Tock You Don't Stop by J Hanna. We've also learned that memories are short. No really, they are. Here's a list of things that I had forgotten about from before the war:
Extinction Rebellion, VAR, Philip Schofield coming out, Meghan, Pizza Express Woking, Harvey Weinstein being banged up, Veganism, Brexit and The new James Bond theme tune.
Apart from rightfully celebrating victory over the Nazis, VE day was seen as a bit of celebration of Covid being sort of conquered-Victory over Epidemic if you will, and with the muddled messages from Boris about staying alert we have seen more people taking to the street.
I get that impatience and boredom play a big part, not to mention income, but I can't help but feel that many people are suffering from Premature Elation.
The all clear sirens haven't been sounded and the armed forces of Covid-19 have not conditionally surrendered. Its not yet peace in our time.
One day we will be together with the hope that here will be no more war, but like the days following WWII we may very well have to live on metaphorical rations for some time to come. Those that fought on the front line will hopefully be remembered in the years to come and be remunerated accordingly. let's hope that Boris and his cohorts remember the few that did so much for the many.