I shall probably wake up, instantly think, "Yay! At last I can buy some eggs!" Then I'll venture outside, discover that the streets have become horrendously crowded and the London air suddenly smells horribly polluted, realise that I can't cycle 200 yards without encountering a moving car, bravely make it just about alive to the supermarket, and then return home to read a good book in peace. Except 3 days later I'll discover that - amongst the sea of germs that are suddenly rampaging around in the absence of social distancing and with everyone's immune systems trying to adjust back to the fact that there actually are a few pathogens out there - I've been infected with a bad normal flu, and end up spending the next week in bed, chatting on newsgroups about how much better life was in the lockdown.
Oh, and those dumbbells that I ordered 6 months previously will finally become in stock again, and they'll turn up on my doorstep, just as the gyms re-open and I realise I don't need them anymore.