This is the life I’ve always wanted — social distancing without social disapproval

Week five… which is to say I’ve been self-isolating in the country since 6 March. Meanwhile, engagements which threatened a return to town have been falling over like a row of dominos. If it were not for the terrors surrounding us, this is the life I’ve always wanted — social distancing without social disapproval. My wife Sabrina, who to my amazement is a techno whizz, has expanded her social life digitally, sometimes with pals by the roomful. I am learning not to blow my cover story (‘Tom’s working’) by passing behind her while she’s on FaceTime. Meanwhile, the days are not long enough for me to not work and keep up with my magazines. Here is what comes through the letter box: The Spectator, the TLS, the New Statesman, the London Review of Books, the New York Review of Books, the New Yorker, the Week, Prospect, and Standpoint. If I couldn’t read them in print, I’m not sure I would read them at all.