A kind of spring
On Auckland’s first morning of Covid Alert Level 3, I got on my bike. I had only to round the first corner before I saw them: families, loners, a mum with a pushchair, all juggling that new, disposable symbol of freedom: the takeaway coffee cup.
It’s a lockdown deprivation our household, with its wheezy but basically operational espresso machine, has been spared. But other
