Hancock is in the jungle wanting forgiveness.

I've seen many tweets from people who were not allowed to see their loved ones in their final hours, or attend funerals. My heart breaks for them 💔

Whilst my experience pales into insignificance to those stories, here's mine 🧵

In 2020, I was living in a one bedroom flat with my boyfriend, going to work every day, teaching my students & seeing my colleagues face to face. Every few weeks I'd travel back to my home town to see my children, my parents, family and friends. Life was good.
On 20.03.20 we were told to pack our work things, go home & learn how to teach online by 23.03.20. It was really challenging. I had about 6 hours sleep as I had to get my head around the technology. The first few online taught sessions were pretty dire, but did get better.

I received a letter from the NHS & council telling me I had to shield with immediate effect. I'm CEV with a lung condition, which meant that if I got covid I'd likely cark it.

I didn't have a garden to sit in & we had to have food parcels delivered (until slots were online).

Instructions were to avoid my OH. I mean ffs, he needed to be in one room and I had to be in another. This later changed when he got his first vaccine.

I had to teach in the living room which had become his 'bedroom', as I couldn't fit my desk into my room.

No contact with anyone outside of my flat. Yes, I conversed with colleagues & students often, but it's no substitute for real contact. In between teaching I spent hours ringing students to see if they were OK, if there were any problems & it was exhausting.
In October 2020 I had a breakdown. I was literally unable to get out of bed, or stop crying. I had 6 weeks off work which made me even worse as I felt I'd let my students and colleagues down.
I had counselling, medication and slowly started getting better. I was still shielding

My relationship was suffering but thankfully I got such a lot of support from my OH.

In November 2020 I became a Nana for the first time. I couldn't see my Granddaughter, hold her or my daughter. I felt bereft and I'm convinced this impacted further on my MH.

Twitter put things into perspective for me. I saw horrendous stories of loved ones becoming seriously ill, alone. Dying alone, being buried alone.

I still to this day feel guilty about being so focused on my own situation, I was lucky...I lost no-one during the pandemic

And then the fùcking Tories not following their own guidance.

The protective ring around care homes failed. PPE not provided for those dealing with patients. The obscene amount of money spaffed up the wall on a failed T&T system...I could go on but it's making my piss boil

And then you've got Hancock in the jungle here, with his faux tears and his whiny voice begging for forgiveness.

On behalf of those who lost someone or were adversely affected by decisions made by him & the rest of the cabal, I say this...

Fck the entire fck off please 👊🏼

@skiptomyloulou
I was 9 months post kidney transplant when the pandemic took hold, I was already feeling pretty vulnerable.
My youngest grandson was born in the May and didn't see him for almost a year.
Tough times.
Now this c*nt is in the jungle promoting a book?
Age old rule of thumb re conmen and the ruling classes in situations like this.
Don't let the bastards talk to you!!!
I predicted that they would warm to him.