It ought to make lockdown easier, knowing that the end is in sight. Instead, I feel temptation bubbling up inside more strongly than ever. A run of precociously sunny days hasn’t helped; or rather, it has helped enormously, reviving the spirits with that hormonal rush of vernal optimism that accompanies the opening of crocuses and the unzipping of winter coats.
But spring fever is not conducive to obedience. Neither, it