Day 1 started just like every other day, except it wasn’t. We all went about our morning stuff. Kids did kids stuff, we did adult stuff. I hit the home office.

About 10am things began to sink in. The dogs were getting restless, the kids were getting feral. Katherine was trying not to kill all of us.

Bat and ball came out. The exercise apps got downloaded and I found myself  in my undies doing star jumps in front of the spare room window…because, why the fuck not.

Monopoly came out. The kids fleeced me. I went back to work. Startup business to build.

5pm I’m glued to my screen, and Kath walks out of the house with a fat G&T and her shades on…she never drinks before the sun goes down, but today is not usual.

I’m being dissed about my ears on Facebook by my neighbour’s wife…we set into some banter. I then go looking for the family. It’s too quiet for me not to; and I find them outside our gate…with all of our road doing the same. Deck chairs out, drinks going down and kids walkie talkie’ing each other…for a while it felt like the nasty, malignant, odious virus was forgotten.

Then it was dinner, and bed. That was Day 1.