The Coronavirus Diaries

You know those questions about what you would take with you, or who you’d like to be with if you were to be marooned on a desert island? Lying in bed last night, trying to not let my brain whirlwind itself mental over this whole Coronavirus disaster, my neurones randomly landed on these questions. I’d never really thought about it before; not seriously, at least. I mean, sure, there was probably a pathetic moment years ago when I fantasied about getting stranded somewhere turquoise and white with my favourite popstar, armed with sparkling conversation, flickety hair, and a toilet bag overflowing with cosmetics.