As the on-and-off lockdowns blend endlessly into one, we ask each other how we are and the uniform response is … fine. We’re fine
Whatever you do, don’t count them any more. It’s not lockdown 6.0 or 7.0, or six and a half. In Victoria, you’re either in lockdown, or you’re in part lockdown, or you’re not in lockdown, which is never.
Nobody wants to talk about this state in lockdown any more, especially Victorians. Most of us are done with spit polishing the giant chips on our shoulders, done with the martyrdom. Because we’ve done this, all of this, before. This is scary, but it’s also boring.
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