One of the things that’s really struck me under these ever increasing restrictions in Melbs is the collective media sense of an assumed Melburnian life. An assumption that home is a safe (and pretty nice) place to be, for instance. With some outdoor space. #victorialockdown

An assumption that missing walking to the footy (AFL, of course, never A-League) in the mud is one of the biggest losses we feel. Not, say, the fact that most of us have family overseas and worry we might never see them again.

Or the endless handwringing over property prices, as though no-one rents. Even the idea that we all drive cars and do a weekly shop. Or that our walks for exercise and walks to procure food for dinner are necessarily and obviously separate.

It’s a default, suburban, white and very middle class imagined Melbourne - where sacrifice is not being able to run away to your second property in a lovely coastal area. But FFS we know this isn’t most of us.

These imagined Melbournes might seem immaterial - but if we don’t get a better, more rounded sense of how we all live and the different challenges we face in this environment, it will make this period - and attempts at recovery - so much harder.