I’m a prisoner in my own home
The other day I went for breakfast with my friend Pam, and I had to give my name and phone number to the cafe. I’ve been contacted Public Health England under track and trace, and told I have to stay in the garret for 14 days from last Saturday.
Luckily I have plenty of canned goods and medication. There is a £100 fine if I go out, terrible.
This really is the last straw.
a locked door