Lockdown Monologue 2

Lockdown Monologue 2

An Old Lady

I’ve been sitting in this chair for three hours and seventeen minutes.

It’s comfortable. The cushion’s right, I don’t need a wee. My cup of tea’s bone dry now.

That young woman from next door went by about an hour ago, didn’t she? She’s a feisty one going out in her condition. I don’t think I would do it, eight months gone and a virus ready to pick me and my bairn off.

I saw a gang of lads go by yesterday. Bill would’ve said they should go home. I never agreed with him when he was like that, but yesterday I did want to say, ‘Bill, you were right. They’re not good for our country, flouting the rules like that’.

I miss him so much, but it won’t be long now. I thought my heart would break when he went first, sixty seven days ago. Thank goodness we had the funeral before the lockdown. I couldn’t have coped without my friends round me.

I’m surprisingly peaceful, but I’m a bit dizzy. Very tired. I’ll go to sleep soon.

It was such a relief to remember the medicine I had in the cabinet. The sleeping tablets.

I’ve been sitting in this room on my own for so long. I miss my Bill so much. 60 years together.

That lad from down the road will have a story to tell. I feel sorry for him discovering me through the window asleep in my chair. It’s good that I left the curtains and nets open. He’s such a happy thoughtful boy, knocking at the window and waving at me, leaving newspapers and biscuits on the step. He can tell his grandchildren when he’s my age, how he found a dead body in the pandemic. He’ll have to grow up quick.

I’m really tired now, I’m just going to let myself nod off.

I’ll be with you soon, Bill.

Whatever you are going through, remember you are not alone. There are lots of organisations that can help you. You can call Samaritans free on 116 123. Their lines are open 24/7.