A number of local folk clubs have been running ‘Zoom’ on-line singarounds and I’ve joined a couple - very enjoyable but, of course, there’s little or no opportunity for the general socialisation, chat, and light-hearted heckling that goes on when we meet ‘in the flesh’.

Otherwise, everything for me is pretty normal - I’m not a pub-goer or cinema-attendee, I no longer row, play football or squash (or even bowls!), and golf is my idea of hell, so I take my dog for a three or four mile walk, play my guitar, try to learn new songs, watch a bit of whatever Mrs. Backwoodsperson has her head into on TV (Vet programmes, dog programmes, Box-Sets, Zombies, yadda yadda), read (currently ‘The Sisters of Auschwitz’ and ‘The Photographer of The Lost’, running concurrently) drink tea...