'Wiping down surfaces or using hand gel is no sacrifice. If only people who flock to the parks and beaches understood that...'

And so, another month in lockdown passes.

I say that tentatively, since with the slow reopening of retail stores and some pubs being next, there’s the small hope that “Normal Life” may one day return.

I’m not sure when lockdown is no longer referred to as ‘lockdown’, but so long as I have to wear a mask while food shopping and can’t binge watch ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ on my best friend’s sofa, I refuse to say it’s over.

Of course, it’s all for the greater good.

We’re continually reminded of that when my housemate comes back with daily updates from the hospital where she works.

Meanwhile, according to my social media feeds, some people have now decided that social distancing is an optional activity, as though it were a religious preference, like going to church on a Sunday.

From what I’ve gathered, some people feel they are ‘over’ the idea of lockdown and being apart from loved ones.

But here’s the thing: you can’t just decide to be over a global pandemic.

A friend of mine lives in Canada and he mentioned the way to behave is as though you already have the coronavirus. Which, logically, makes sense.

Since we simply cannot know whether we are asymptomatic carriers, the only logical conclusion is that we must behave as though we are.

I think that’s perhaps where some people are going wrong.

Instead of worrying that everyone else is carrying it, act as though you are.

That way, when faced with the opportunity of breaking social distancing, it’s not a case of “I’m happy to take the risk of catching it,” it turns into “Am I happy to risk giving it to everyone I’m with right now?”

Maybe that would change people’s ideas on staying apart from others. Alas, while the suspiciously large garden parties and park gatherings rumble on, our house has remained fairly quiet.

One evening I baked more pretzels than we could possible ever eat – although we did do our best – and we have all regrettably been sucked into the hole that is looking at TikTok for an hour at a time.

Aside from that, we watched ‘Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga’ on Netflix, which was incredibly entertaining and I had the rather thrilling news of being asked to be a bridesmaid (don’t worry, it’s not until next year).

Oh, and we had an exciting couple of days when our hospital-working, front-line, all-round-hero housemate had an antigen test.

It came back negative, meaning it’s unlikely she’s been exposed to the virus.

It’s selfish to say I was a little disappointed, but I was.

I think we all were. It would have been nice to lay off the cleaning ever-so-slightly.

Although, in the grand scheme of things, regular wipe downs of high touch services are a small sacrifice to make if it, you know, stops people dying, literally.

If only not going to the park in groups of 25 was an equally easy sacrifice to make…