What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
—Days, Philip Larkin
Larkin was right, of course: days are where we live. Right now, we cannot go to work or a friend’s house for dinner, or a delightful holiday cottage in Norfolk for a week. Unable to move, all we have are these days. Dozens and dozens of them, one after another: generally similar, with only tiny variances, as when you look at a picture of the young Nolan Sisters on Top of the Pops.
