As Britons sip their officially sanctioned pints, the mean-spirited mood of the nation is lifting. Enjoy it while it lasts
I am starting to wish I’d made some sort of feelings-based track and trace app at the start of lockdown to plot my evolving morass of emotions and longings throughout a period of what can reasonably be described as “tedious agitation”.
There was that moment in Week #3, for example, when I took my first walk through a local park and saw a group of six people sitting down together, and menacingly – before I could even process it – thought, “Well I hope they are all in the same household.” Can you imagine having that feeling now? Who cares if six people sit down vaguely near one another. What am I going to do, call the police? Who do I think I am?
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