Am I the only one who misses lockdown?

Five years ago tonight, Boris Johnson told us we were going into lockdown. In the run-up to the anniversary of that historic moment, lots of people have shuddered as they remembered the boredom, frustration and horror of that strange time when we were only allowed to leave the house once a day.

Me? I’ve been looking back at it all rather wistfully. I’m hopelessly, romantically nostalgic for lockdown. I remember it fondly as a time when the sun shone nearly every day, we didn’t need to go anywhere we didn’t want to, we all cared and talked about the same thing and, just like the old days, everyone watched the same thing on TV every evening.

Of course, the sickness, financial ruin and deaths of the pandemic itself were horrific. I’m aware that, as something of a hermit who worked at home anyway, my experience of lockdown was privileged compared to many. I