Wherever in the world you might be reading this, you won't need me to tell you that these are dark and uncertain times we find ourselves in. There are few corners of the globe that have not been hit by Coronavirus to some extent. It has changed the day-to-day lives of billions of people and had a devastating effect on lives, livelihoods, communities, healthcare systems and economies. How long everyday life will be put on hold for, no-one quite knows. Here in the UK, like many countries, we are now effectively under a lockdown, after a fortnight or so of seeing fears and precautions grow little by little - perhaps too slowly, and perhaps we will pay for that in the long term.
The more stringent measures do seem to be having the required effect, with people staying at home, and observing 'social distancing' when out in public, and even the panic-buying seems to have subsided, or at least the supermarket shelves are staying full for longer than they were. We're so used to supermarkets always being able to give us an enormous amount of choice as to what we buy and eat, that when that is no longer the case, it feels hugely disconcerting.
One day last week, after returning from several shops that had been stripped of toilet paper, long-life foods and cleaning products, I saw a homeless person shuffling along, pushing their possessions in an old trolley, and was suddenly reminded of Cormac McCarthy's 2006 novel
The Road. It felt like the end of times. I had to put some happy music on when I got home, to remind myself that it isn't.