I want to run through the rain after work and dash into the underground.
I want to squeeze down the standing side as I hurry down the walking side, tutting at tourists who don’t get the rules.

I want to leap on to a packed carriage just as the door closes and apologise to the mix of business men, viable arty types and tourists who take a step to begrudgingly let me in.

I want to get off at Leicester Square even though I want Piccadilly just so I can walk the throng of Soho, I want to look through the windows of bars and restaurants full of couples and groups of friends, theatres working hard to get a full house in the 15 minutes to curtain up.

I want to enjoy the strange joy of being alone in my city but knowing my friends are breathing the same air as me all in the square mile of London that I feel like is ours.

I want to dash quickly in to a shop in Covent Garden to buy a cheap pair of earrings that “I won’t need a bag for thank you” as I am wearing them now.

I want to look through the window of my favourite bar and take a minute unseen to see my friends already sat at a table, shouting over each other and laughing.

I want to walk in to the warm embrace of that familiar bar, and hug my friends,, god I want to hug my friends ! I want to drink Prosecco and ear chips that we can all put our un-sanitised hands in without thought, chatting, arguing, laughing past the last tube, I want us back.

I want that time to be now so bad, but instead I will wait until this passes because it will pass but unless we are all there ,all of us, even the most vulnerable of us, especially the most vulnerable of us, well unless we are all there, there is no there.