It’s day three of the lockdown and every day brings a new surprise as to what does and doesn’t matter any more. Here are just a few examples we have noticed in the past week:
Seen so much of them! On Skype and WhatsApp and Zoom and Houseparty! We never used to even use FaceTime, and now we’re FaceTiming all the time, for hours on end. We haven’t talked so much, and about the things we really need to talk about, in years. If ever. And, let’s be honest, there’s a subconscious triage thing going on here and the ranking – who we need to talk to and who we’re less concerned about – is not what we expected.
On our list of people we contact, most days, are some old friends we hardly ever saw, and the few friends we haven’t got around to speaking to include some of our supposedly favourite people. Does this have to do with gravitating towards the eternally optimistic ones, or the wise ones, or the practical ones, or is there some other primal instinct at work? Are we going to come out the other side and find that we’ve recalibrated the Circle of Trust and it looks different to the COT when we started out? Probably. And are we going to feel the same way about the people we never connected with in these lockdown weeks? Maybe not.
Meghan and Harry
The most talked about couple in the world a few weeks ago, all set to join the billionaires’ club and take up their position among the Top Ten Most Amazing People To Have In A Room. And now? The world’s forgotten about them. We want to be in a room with Rishi Sunak and Prof Chris Whitty. We are never going back.
Celebrities in general
In the space of a couple of weeks, this lot (with the exception of Tom Hanks and Arnie) have managed to reverse their role as revered gods and now they’re the new contemptibles. We may look back at the Imagine video, generously created by Gal Gadot and her celebrity pals to cheer up the civilians (Google it if you want to see blind self-regard in its purest form) as the moment we woke up from gawping at the lives of this lot, and got a life.
A lot of people took them seriously before but many (me) took them for granted and were a lot more interested in the size of the kitchen. Not any more. We’ve all woken up to the luxury of your own patch of outdoors and head out there every so often to stroke the grass and give thanks that we’re not in the Just Have To Hang Out the Windows, Mate camp. As of now, we wouldn’t trade our sliver of outside for a five bedroom penthouse in Belgravia.
Make a flat white, put it in a mug, take it outside the back door and stand with your face in the sun, almost feels like a minibreak in Paris.
Some of us considered rushing out to get a life-affirming dog while we still could, but then we decided it was selfish stockpiling in another form, plus unnecessary movement. That said, people holed up at home with their dogs are – judging from the Instagram pictures – 69 per cent more chilled than those without. The dogs are really happy, too, as they have all their favourite people locked down and fighting over who gets to hug them. Henceforth, we won’t be sniggering about emotional support dogs.
For the record, I always appreciated the bin men but now I find myself rushing to the window to gaze out at them as they go about their bin duties whistling, with a fag on. Will really notice them from now on, the way we used to notice a very good looking bloke, top down in a Jensen.
Beetroot in a sealed packet
Lasts forever and so tasty. Also, halloumi. Newly love these guys.