My world: June 2021…
This is part of a series of articles where our contributors describe how they think things will look a year from now.
As each day blends into the next and each week feels much the same as the last, I recall an old cartoon, depicting two bearded and disheveled prisoners, chained hand and foot against a wall. One says to the other: “I keep thinking it’s Tuesday”. If life seems increasingly repetitive and I begin to wonder if those work shirts will ever be needed again, I remind myself that I am immensely grateful to be at home – which is comfortable and spacious – with an open outlook and rolling countryside and to have a business that does not require me to travel.
My closest brush with Covid-19 was that weird week in March, just before Europeans were banned from travelling to the US, and I watched New York City start to empty out. I spent my last evening listening to a cello and piano recital at Carnegie Hall. The Rachmaninoff was suitably doleful, matching the mood of both Wall Street and Main Street. I will remember the private lunch in what should have been a popular, vibrant restaurant, but on Friday 13thMarch, was strangely sparse with voluntary social distancing already apparent.
