It's now the end of March 2020 and I'm writing this from the comfort of self-isolation, as mandated by the UK Government. Will we all be dead soon? If so, will this blog be lifted from the Internet of the future and used as a tool for learning about life in the late twentieth and early twenty-first century? Probably not, but I'll keep writing anyway.
Self-isolating for Aspies is pretty standard behaviour anyway - a veritable life choice if I'm honest. I find it difficult to mix in large group and as for remaining two metres away from the next person - bring it on - London's far too bloody crowded anyway. I'm totally used to communicating remotely and find it much easier, although replying to my mate's long-winded emails because she refuses to buy a smartphone is bloody annoying I must admit. Let's face it, emails are formal these days - the equivalent of receiving an old style written epistle - give me a WhatsApp message any day.
