I read a piece recently by Jenny Lawson - AKA The Bloggess - in which she said that when she was anxious she read more voraciously but that when she was in the midst of deep depression she didn’t read at all. Reading for me, like for Lawson, like for many other people, is an escape and a distraction when most needed.

We’ve not had a Corona Diaries instalment for a while have we? Frankly I just haven’t had the clarity to know what on earth to write.