IF THE RING FITS

Settling down onto the sofa for the night, I ripped into my third packet of crisps that evening.

Walkers ready salted were my weakness.

‘Another biscuit?’ my husband Stuart, 44, asked, offering me a packet of chocolate digestives as he flicked through Netflix.

‘Go on, then,’ I grinned, taking three.

With the packet empty, I heaved myself up to go and get another.

Evenings on the sofa, with mountains of snacks, had become a regular routine for us during lockdown.

With nothing to do all day, I shoveled biscuits into my mouth as I binged on films and box sets to pass the time.

You can’t watch TV without I told myself.