My first post-lockdown outing was going so well – and then this happened
We couldn’t have been safer at the art gallery although, in accordance with government guidelines, the loos were shut. Oh dear, writes Jenny Eclair
It’s been a week since England began to tip-toe out of lockdown two or is it three? Who cares, the entire lockdown franchise, unlike Toy Story, is exceedingly dull.
Typically, on 12 April, as I predicted in a psychic tweet posted a year ago, the day dawned with some pretty inclement weather, featuring snow in many counties up and down the land. Go us, this was such a typically English thing to happen, it really made me laugh.
Regardless of the conditions, some people couldn’t wait to get out of the house. Driving through central London, I noticed queues outside Primark on Oxford Street, while closer to home, the streets of East Dulwich were less frenetic but still pleasingly atmospheric. The nicky-nacky-noo shops were open and in a fit of optimism and well-being, I bought some fresh flowers, breathing in deeply the scent of blue hyacinths.
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