Saw Boris Johnson this evening, flanked by health experts, delivering his draconian new instructions to the nation, and asking for the kind of personal sacrifice last seen in 1945. He looked weary… like a man who thought being PM would be a breeze… and then coronavirus arrived. Remember the days, just a few weeks ago, when we used to bicker about Brexit? Was it weeks… or years?
God knows when things will get back to normal, or even what ‘normal’ will look like. How long will local businesses survive, before the doors stay closed… for good? We really are sailing in uncharted waters.
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