Went to the local preserved railway this morning to work with one other person to make everything safe and secure for an extended closed period (lots of safety related stuff to attend to), and filled up the car at the nearest (NOT the cheapest) filling station, and also filled a can for the mower, as the grass has decided its time to grow. Back home and sat in the sun drinking coffee and wandering about the garden planning what we're going to do to it while my external activities are curtailed. Luckily we have a nice big garden, plenty to do in it (mostly because the weather has been so crap for months that we couldn't do anything outside) and we're in a very rural area so being in the front garden doesn't put us at risk, because there's no-one to walk by (and the front verge is more than 2m wide anyway).
Hopefully now Wales won't get invaded by hordes of selfish twats intent on killing us with the virus many of them must carry. We have a minimal and thinly spread NHS round here, we already know that having a heart attack here could be fatal due to hospital transit time, we bought our home here in that knowledge, but we can't afford to have others that live in Surrey or whatever, overloading it.
People tend to forget that for us, there is no "nipping round to the shops", shopping is a major expedition, undertaken as infrequently as possible, so yes, we do need at least one monster pack of bog rolls, and 4 each of lots of normal domestic items. it's a 70 mile round trip to the nearest big Sainsburys, and also my car's MOT and servicing place (booked for April 1st). We knew that when we moved here, but its not helpful when other people stop us from getting food and necessary items because they want 14 years supply of bogrolls and other stuff in their homes 1 mile from the shops.
Thankfully we are both healthy, and under 70. Despite all this stuff, we're very glad we moved here 2 years ago!