I ventured this past week to the high street in my city to do a bit of spring browsing. From spending so much time at home, my essentials list has changed. I found myself looking for handy baking tools and more comfortable lounge wear.
Shopping has always been therapeutic for me, even if I left the experience with my bank balance intact. It massages my imagination with and new and endless possibilities. I knew that this new mask wearing experience was going to be different. It would involve controlled entrance numbers to ensure social distancing, alert greeting staff that are prompt to tell you to put your mask on or requesting to see your store entrance card. Like many, I strongly agree with all these preventative measures, but I would be lying if I didn’t say it was sucking the joy out my favourite activity, and if anything, making it even slightly difficult.
