You know you’re an adult in 2020 when Covid-19 is among us, it’s the END OF THE WORLD and you’ve been tasked with doing your bit (and trying not to get dramatic about it).
In order to stop the spread of this deadly virus and save lives, the majority of us have spent this year in Lockdown – aka the Hunger Games trial my generation have been training for (staying indoors, taking naps and watching Netflix = challenge accepted).
Initially, I had big and creative plans for lockdown. The kitchen was to be transformed into ‘The Restaurant’ (where my boyfriend would call the booking line to reserve the table in his own kitchen, only to be put through to an unhepful sales calls centre – all voiced by me).
The cellar was to play the role of nightclub and renamed ‘The Basement’ (where I’d charge an entry fee of £10…
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