Life in the time of lockdown has turned locked-up captives all creative.
Song lists, food recipes, dance moves are pouring forth from every nook and cranny of the globe.
Some are lifting up their heads from their screens to see the skies and stars; pots and pets are flowering.
Tik-Tok is the way to go.
A fun exercise is the fantasy quarantine home. With which dead authors would you like to be locked up for a few days? (Presumably only to read and chat.)
It is such a compelling game even Harry Potter creator J.K. Rowling has joined in.
Why should journalists be left alone in this miserable world when we have so much to be proud of?
In which dead journalists’ house would you like to be quarantined?