No farewells allowed for this man's best friend
The rules of medics and hospitals and even Bore-is's crowd add an extra unpleasant dimension when a family member goes off to hospital afflicted with the current plague.
I pat your back and you're supposed to pat mine
When people meet, the custom is to swap a compliment or two. 'Love the new hat. Must have cost a fortune.'
Is enforced loneliness easier at sea?
A friend said, ‘Don’t know why the lockdown should bother you. Isn’t this just what it’s like for your favourite way of sailing, solo, and not a soul nearby?’
Plague? What plague? Oh, that one
It seems to be an odd part of our national character that if we need the public – that is you and me and the majority – to follow new guidelines, we have to appoint prefects or virtual NCOs to make sure we obey.