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emoji-style charts: Its common sense … isnt it?

Judging by some of the emoji-style charts and potato-head graphics that Ive seen in the media over the past 48 hours, if you are a white adult in Spain, or a white marathon runner or a Tour de France cyclist, then youre now allowed out for a walk and physical exercise between 6-10am or 8-11pm every day.

If you are white and also have white hair, or if you are white, bald, have a white moustache and wear little round spectacles, or if you are white with white hair, bent double or you normally hobble along with a walking stick, then youre allowed out for a stroll between 10am and 12 noon, or between 7-8pm – but you should ideally have someone with dark hair escorting you.

If you are a white adult and have a white son wearing blue and a white daughter wearing pink – and if youre all smiling – then you can go out between 12 noon and 7pm, but only for an hour.

The reason Im forcing the white emoji-stuff here is not only because I feel that perhaps some of us arent being treated as adults, but that we should all also know what we should be doing right now, no? I mean, what youre allowed to do whilst out and about is common sense … isnt it? Isnt it?

If you live in Spain, and unless (1) youve had your head in the sand for the past 48 hours and you didnt realise you were allowed to go out; or (2) youre still recovering from a hangover after another Friday-night-in Netflix-Zoom lockdown-binge; or (3) youre afraid to go out in case someone sneezes over you (which is perfectly understandable) – then you might have taken advantage of the new freedom for adults after seven weeks of confinement.

I went out just before 8am yesterday and today. It was glorious. I intend to do so every day. To be honest, Ive been very lucky to have been able to go out every day during the lockdown, anyway, thanks to having a dog (although weve rarely ventured more than a 200-metre radius from home) – and also thanks to drinking a lot of wine. On many days Ive forced myself to walk briefly into the village with a shopping bag to buy more wine, simply because I deliberately forgot to buy enough wine the day before – and because I dont yet have a wine cellar. Ive always maintained social distancing, stuck to the rules in shops, and also timed most of these journeys to clap the health workers at 8pm, standing around outside a pharmacy and enjoying the ripples of applause coming from all the balconies and windows. One day, oddly enough, I think I might miss those walks.

Because my own potato-head has white-enough hair, I could probably bend the rules to venture out up to four times a day. As an adult, I could go out from 6-10am. With my mad Einstein-like grey hair right now – and because I could easily shuffle along and possibly persuade Juliane to assist and guide me (more than usually, I mean) – I could probably venture out again from 10am to 12 noon. I could then take the dog for a walk at lunchtime to see all the happy, smiling, screaming children going beserk on their bikes and scooters. And then I could venture out to buy wine again …

But you know something? I dont want to. Ill walk the dog during my exercise time and Ill still buy some wine (silly not to), but I dont want to … well, take the piss. And to be honest with you, I dont think any of us should.

Yesterday, when I ventured out at 8am, I took the dog with me – instead of taking her out later on. I fast walked for around an hour – completing half the 10,000 steps I normally like to do, and will hopefully get back to in due course. As I say, it was glorious, but not only just being able to be out and about. What struck me was the pure joy and relief on the faces of others – people who have clearly been in stricter confinement than me. I waved and called out to people I know or recognised. You might have had the same experiences yesterday or today – but for me, it literally felt like being alive again. And I dont want that to end.

We were all walking, jogging, cycling or skating along the promenade, or on the vehicle-free road alongside. Some people wore face masks – everyone maintained social distancing – at least those who werent couples or probably werent living together. There was one woman, however, jogging on the beach, along the sand, despite there being police tape to seal it off. At first, I thought good for her and that it was none of my business if she didnt know the rules. But people were shouting at her to get off the beach. People were angry. Very. She ignored them and even waved them away. She clearly did know the rules but had decided to flout them. I quickly thought good for them for shouting at her – it is our business that we dont mess this up, and that we dont abuse it, and that we dont go back to square one. There have been 25,264 Coronavirus-related deaths in Spain to date. People have and are seriously suffering. Many have lost their loved ones, family members and friends. Health workers on the frontline have literally begged us to stay at home. But there was someone who had decided it was time she was allowed to run on the beach in a town where it is not currently allowed – and when no-one else was doing so. Get real.

Whilst giving us the instructions on the lifting of restrictions, the Spanish Health Minister Salvador Illa appealed to the common sense of people – and that overcoming this pandemic and returning to some kind of normality would depend on us. How we behave from now on – and how people must take individual responsibility for observing the rules. As I mentioned in a previous blog, I personally feel that party politics should be put to one side until we get through this crisis. Im not praising or criticising the government ministers words or actions; there will be plenty of time to analyse things later on.

But what I do feel strongly about right now is that someone out there has to set the rules and guidelines of what we can and cant do, and when, especially over the next two months. After that, its up to us as individuals. For me, it is common sense. Lets not mess it up.

Tim Parfitt is the editor of Spain in English and the author of A Load of Bull, An Englishmans Adventures in Madrid. This article also appeared on his regular blog.

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