Bog roll. True, there are other things too that spring to mind when I think back to the onset of the first lockdown a year ago. There was the genuine fear of catching coronavirus; the sense of loss at the prospect of not seeing friends and family; and there was the horror at the thought of extended home-schooling. If I’m brutally honest, there was also a little glimmer of exhilaration at the extraordinary nature of global events – a product of years spent in a newsroom, I expect.
Ultimately though, it is the anxiety over the chronic shortage of loo paper that nags away most clearly when I recall those strange early days of the pandemic. If you weren’t anxious about it, then you were probably the source of the problem.
I cannot, I confess, claim total innocence in the panic-buying stakes. I never went mad, but I certainly bought more tins of soup and chickpeas than I would have done in normal times; and it’s probably true that we didn’t need to maintain a perpetual, three-packet stash of red lentils. As for the random tin of peaches I picked up 12 months ago, well, at least it won’t go off any time soon.
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