I went round to a friend’s house today, meaning just to ring the bell and leave her birthday gift on the step, like a good old Amazon delivery person. But she was already out on her decking, having a coffee in the sun. It was lovely to see her again and sit – at the correct distance – in the calm tranquillity of her lush garden, chatting about this, that and the other. This crisis has helped me to appreciate anew the life affirming power of a good natter amongst friends. When we part we replace our usual hug with some joyous bowing, which feels unexpectedly satisfying. I could get used to this. I might have to.