It is not melodramatic to call Covid-19 an enemy. My wife was taken to hospital today by ambulance. The paramedics were wonderful.

I have to say I cried when they pulled from the drive. I could not go with her, because if she has it, so do I. It’s almost like a game of tig, I said to the paramedic, ‘no one wants to be it’.

I prayed and called others to prayer. I don’t think I have a hotline to God or have a particular way in, I am more like a constant dripping tap. I imagine getting on God’s nerves, if that were possible. There it is then. Dodgy theology, perhaps.

This enemy causes us to think: what is life and asks how will you live?

I think when it passes, as it will, hopefully, how we live will change. Children born and growing up in the 2020s and 2030s will think and behave differently. They will do this because of the enemy, but also because of how we have been.

We are complex creatures: hoarders of too many bog rolls and then willing to protect the vulnerable by putting ourselves at risk: a mixture of dust and glory.

She was discharged – not ill enough for a bed.