Yes, I must admit a few things are getting to me now. I miss my golf. Normally, I play once a week but I'm a member at a course which is more than five miles away (and in a different council area) so it's not permitted. I also play with three friends and that's not permitted either---only two people from two households at the moment. The one consolation is that the weather has been so bad of late that the course has been closed because of ice, lying water or a combination of both.
I miss watching my football team. No supporters allowed in the ground for the foreseeable future. Once again, there is consolation in the fact that they are getting stuffed every week.
I miss wandering around Dundee city centre and popping into bookshops. Although it's only a couple of miles from where I live, it's in a different council area and only essential trips are permitted. AND, of course, bookshops are closed.
I miss my Thursday evening beer with friends. (5.30 to 7.00 p.m. and all the world's problems are sorted over two pints of Director's).
I miss the days I could go into my local grocery store without looking like Jesse James.
I miss having friends drop by.
Listen, I've said this before and I'll say it again. I have absolutely no grounds for complaint. My wife and I live in a warm, comfortable house with space and a garden and I regard myself as extremely fortunate. My heart bleeds for families crammed into a tiny flat with their income decimated and for elderly people living on their own and cut off from family. That must be truly soul-destroying. The things I miss are trivial. So, no, I'm not going to complain. Well, not TOO much!