In the week the message on lockdown changed and we were told we could get our cleaners back, but not our hairdressers, that we could take walks in the company of and two metres away from one person we know, but no more than one, the possibility that our social lives might, one day, be more thoroughly reactivated is mooted.

And, oh dear, it’s been seven long weeks since we have had to think about hanging out with others, hasn’t it? Seven weeks of having significant, sincere and generally rude interaction only within the limited scope of our households — interrupted, at most, by us briefly impersonating someone charming on an online wine-tasting video call.

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