When you have a Christmas pudding left in the cupboard and you’re a week or two into a pandemic, there’s no choice but to eat it. Not out of neceessity, but just because you can.

I’ve walked more in the last 10 days than I ever have in my life. I’ve avoided people, found hidden places around the corner from where I’ve lived for the last 30 years that I never knew existed, eaten lavishly and drunk copiously - thanks Laithwaite’s.

Tomorrow is another day closer towards the one when the rate of increase flattens off. It can’t come a day too soon.