I am feeling the pain in my hip today, coupled with bad guts, and a bit of the shivers. I get up and out into the garden, eventually, where I hear interesting snippets of disembodied conversations floating over the hedge which borders the road. Two female voices, happily chatting. “I’m getting used to this now. I’m enjoying the pottering about.” Later, a man and a little girl’s voices. “You see”, says the male voice, “men’s muscles are made for working like a horse. Girls’ muscles are weaker.”

Tonight the clapping for the NHS shows a large crowd, including police officers, on Westminster Bridge, with no observation of social distancing – whilst we are all cowering in our homes. This situation feels quite confusing at times.