Fraternal fondness
One of the most touching aspects of lock-down being, of course, the unfamiliar affection the British are now showing one another in their appreciation that their near ones are still well and alive.
Take this bouquet of flowers, for instance, which appeared at dawn – by Youngest’s standards – for Second Youngest, from Eldest, two days after he was dashed into hospital, the inside of his face was turned outside, the back of his throat pierced with a number eleven-and-a-half darning needle, a pint of poison drawn out from under his uvula and he could talk, eat and swear again.
Brother and sister who seldom openly pass an outwardly loving word to one another, when it comes to the crunch showing quite how precious the life and health of the other are, and dear and close to their hearts…