There is so much about life at Level 4 that is strangely beautiful, epitomised in the careful way walkers/runners/cyclists cross the road but also greet each other; the recipes shared to make the most of supplies; the chalked pavements; the teddy bears in windows;

the considered way in which those of us carefully queuing pass on that gold card holders, essential workers, must go to front of queue; the creativity: tik toks, karaoke, replicating art works, books read, films watched; the laughter; the tears.

When my mother died, nearly 18 years ago, the only thing I could salvage from that wreckage was that I had been given an insight into the things that really matter: connection, kindness, empathy, care. We must take this with us, into the future which none of us can quite imagine.