No summer has ever carried so much pressure as 2021’s. Months of lockdown gloom were made bearable by the promise of an upcoming “summer of love” characterised by freedom and “normality” in abundance. The reality has been slightly different. We have had the “plandemic” (not being able to so much as step outside of your house without booking in advance), the “pingdemic” (test and trace wiping out socialising almost as effectively as the first lockdown) and a couple of weeks where it felt like almost everyone in London had Covid.
Having headlined last weekend’s newsletter “Calm down on Covid” there was a cosmic inevitability to me testing positive this week. And so it turned out.