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I was prepared to feel alone, expected the government-mandated 2-metre gap to yawn between us, cold and hostile. I expected these new spaces to be

I’m not under an illusion,you weren’t sent from up above.But what makes my heart beat faster?Well, it simply isn’t love. I make my own decisions

Bent double, like the homeless under sacks,knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed Johnson’s fudge.Then on the failing beeb we turned our backs,and, allowing for the