Before you utter, “weirdo”, and slam the lid shut on your laptop computer, just admit, deep down, that you do. Let me explain.

Living at the top of a mountain road there was a blissful absence of annoying cyclists, bikers and Anglophile drivers using the wrong side of the road. With a little over a week to go before the State of Alarm concludes, cyclists are as thick as flies on a jam sandwich, whilst bikers and motorist think the mountain road is a test track.

For two whole months the only thing you would see on the road were deer and mountain goats, scratching their heads wondering where the errant branch of the ape family had disappeared to.

Then there were those clear horizons, alternating with refreshing spring showers… not a whiff of pollution!

And now we come to the mild agoraphobia that everybody experienced once we were allowed to emerge from our safe (albeit lunatic asylum) homes. Come on! You know it was true… that vague sense of ‘not-quite-rightness.’ Those shifty glances at passersby and then there’s the git that sneezed twice –  everybody else attempting to cross over to the other side of the street from him without wanting to look like a panicking pansy. Never mind that there was a bloody-great delivery truck coming – better odds with the truck, after all.

Yes, yes, we all said that we couldn’t wait to get out of the house and go to the local… but like a budgie in a cage with the door left open – I can finally get out, you think; I’m free you deduct! I might wait a moment first, you procrastinate.

(News/Editorial: Freedom)