Pre-coronavirus, my counter-intuitive rule of life was this: Work is more fun than fun, and fun is more work than work. (Anyone who has shopped, cooked, set the table, and cleared up after hosting a dinner party for a dozen, unaided, will know of what I speak.) The long, long British lockdown that just ended tested this axiom to the limit.

Up until July 19, billed as “Freedom Day,” it’s been all work and no play for 16 months, but London is almost buzzing again with festivities held by the V&A, the Evening Standard, and The Spectator, among others.