Quintin Jardine's blog

This might seem odd, but I look back on lockdown with fondness. In 2020, Eileen’s condition was such that we had been living a cloistered life, to an extent. With the constraints, things happened that worked in our favour, best of all the home deliveries that kept me out of socially distanced queues and the like. Exercise was no problem either in a place like Gullane, easier in a way with fewer people around as I pushed the wheelchair.

We had a carer, for a few hours every week, the sort of person who lights up everywhere she goes. My Friday evenings with the guys went on too, onscreen using Zoom.

We were happy, blessed and very lucky in comparison with the misery of millions. And every Thursday we clapped