Social distancing wasn't hard for me. I instinctively knew it wouldn't be, given that I had spent decades practising the art of being anti-social long before it was made mandatory. My mother would ask me to go outside more often when I was young, but I didn't feel the need because I liked my solitude a lot better and still do.

Friends would call daily, and I would resent the need for socialising at times when all I felt like doing was lie in bed and read. And so, this forced period of isolation suited me just fine.

It made me realise how difficult it was for most others though, given the deluge of tips and tricks that started to be published in order to help people cope. It made perfect sense, given that we are social animals and need to be around other people if we are to survive. Also, using my mother as an example, I realised that people who don't read, listen to music, or like watching movies (and you would be surprised how many of them there are) struggle with isolation because it starts to affect them physically as well as mentally.