Yesterday I made the calamitous mistake of going up to my local medical centre and asking them to test if I had coronavirus. My PA Alistair was concerned that I had a very slight cough recently, so I thought it would be a good idea to go check it out, just to put his mind at ease. Once this new virus had been ruled out, I reasoned, my life could continue as usual. However, it was then that my plan backfired badly: upon getting to the medical centre and explaining the situation, I was told to go straight home and self isolate. They didn’t even test me.
So now here I am, stuck at home, with only the internet for company. My usual daily wanderings have been ruled out for a week at least. I have no idea how I’ll cope, but at least I have the solace that about half the world is in the same position. What a mess we’ve all found ourselves in.