These are purely personal observations concerning my neck of the woods in the Algarve.
Normally, we can hear a constant hum from traffic on the EN125 between Lagos and Portimão, a busy stretch. There is still traffic noise, but at about 1/10th the level of what it was before.
We also live near to Lagos airport, and it is usually standard to hear private flights close by many times per day. That has totally stopped.
The bread lady is either considered essential, or she is breaking the curfew. Her normal van arrival time is about 10 AM, as she does her rounds.
For whatever reason, UK TV is mentioning a shortage of eggs, which I find baffling if it is actually true. Our neighbour has a small business raising farm products, so if our supermarkets run out, we will be asking him for a few eggs as a favour. The hens he keeps do not stop laying eggs just because the humans are in lockdown.
Because she can be an awkward sod, my wife has decided she is going 100% pescatarian today. That's vegetarian plus fish. This after stocking up our fridge-freezer with meat products.
She likes a full British for breakfast. So I'm working on a full Welsh instead, with a Glamorgan sausage (cheese, leeks and breadcrumbs). Her fads normally last only about 7 to 10 days, but she likes to keep me occupied.
I've got to go. It's time to cook breakfast for Lally, and basically he's a carnivore.