Oh to be in Iceland yesterday. I would not have been writing this, I wouldn’t have had to put the bins out, walked the dog, phoned the pest control man because the moles are back again, swept the leaves piling up or be preparing a roast for my husband who is about to return from an arduous overseas trip.

Instead I would have woken up with my Icelandic sisters-in-arms to watch or listen to all-male newscasters announce that total chaos across the volcanic island: school closures, public transport grinding to a halt, hotels with bedrooms left uncleaned and hospitals running skeleton services. In other words, a national nervous breakdown caused by women withdrawing their labour.