Quarantine sure feels like Christmas.
The shops are stripped bare.
The streets are empty.
Family homes are stuffed with everyone returning home.
In our case, my wife rescued my youngest son from his cool digs near Hammersmith in West London on Monday, just in time. The prime minister announced a cease movement order that night! It’s something that should have been done weeks ago. The U.K. had just recorded more deaths from COVID-19 than Italy at the same stage of infection.
For those living on their own, a few days of Christmas isolation is now going to stretch to insanity — it’s not like there’s anything special on the telly for this not-festive season!
Meanwhile, families are stuck together. Luckily in our house, everyone has to keep a safe distance from me (a highly at-risk person) and each other. See what a help I am?
Agony aunts, therapists, and marriage guidance counselors are among the few industries really going to boom!
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