Sitting looking out of my window onto the sunlit street below, the world looks inviting. Normal. Not exciting. People driving cars and vans, riding bicycles, pushing prams, jogging, walking, dogs training.
Across the road a man is working in his garden. Beyond, I see the lighting towers of the university training ground.
A typical suburban scene on a typical afternoon, but it is deceptive. Almost a mirage. I cannot go out to join it.
Like countless millions throughout the world I am a prisoner in my own home.Trapped. For a year, because of the plague stalking our planet, creating a living horror story.
The world has seen many fanatical leaders, dictators and despots who have held their subjects in thrall, but this is Britain in the 21st century, beacon of democracy.
Sixty million of us who can no longer call our lives our own. Leaders have changed the rules and the laws.
Unlike heroes of the past, we have not rebelled, risen up in anger to break the chains. We have agreed with our leaders, followed their dictats and changed our whole way of life - voluntarily.
But freedom is nigh. Human ingenuity, courage and patience is winning the battle. Our leaders have told us.
Apprehension and danger receding, we hope we face only a few more months of isolation when we will be free to resume normal lives.
And I will happily ride my scooter out onto Cyncoed Road and rejoin the real world out there.
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