March 18th – Every day the streets are a little bit more dead. People are wary of each other. Public transport is emptier and emptier as worried people abandon their journeys and work from home.
I had to go to Telford.
I’m using sanitiser, obeying instructions. New Street and the train services I caught were eerily quiet.
This is a momentous time, yet it feels like it’s arriving by stealth. While everyone is… Out.
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