The real cost of lockdown
‘Desperate and suffocated’
Sarah Banks, 38, Stanley Common, Derbyshire
Sitting in front of the TV, I gripped the side of the sofa as Prime Minister Boris Johnson gave his address.
It was 23 March, a date we will all now remember as the day Britain locked down.
In that moment, I felt sick to my stomach, panic rippling through me.
My husband David, 48, took hold of my hand.
‘It’ll be OK,’ he told me.
But the lockdown, while vital to stop the spread of coronavirus, had unearthed in me
