Surviving lockdown

WHEN Britain’s inevitable lockdown was looming, a big decision for me was whether I’d rather be in Devon (with my beloved mother and Lightweight) or in London (with my beloved life, and my beloved).

I also contemplated going to Devon just to retrieve the Lightweight, since us citydwellers were made to feel so toxic – as potential carriers of the feared Covid-19 – that visiting older relatives was deemed an act of cruelty rather than kindness.

The idea of standing on the doorstep two metres away from my mother, fearing to hug her in case