Writing in a time of Covid

Im writing this sat at my kitchen table, which is now where I spend the vast majority of my time. Occasionally, I move to the sofa, and once a day I go outside into the streets of North London, with their shuttered up shops, their chalked warning signs, and their strange silence that descends now like a heavy knitted blanket over our homes and our lives.

Beside me are two jugs of tulips one green, one red, because on my weekly shop I can never resist picking up bunches of flowers and this...