“Stay safe” they said, “Socially distance yourself” and you’ll be ok.
So we isolated and percolated and postulated too. Remonstrated and agitated, flabbergasted and decongregated, instigated by those that knew.

Remonstrating and demonstrating whilst provokating in the queue, distancing whilst reminiscing of those times we once knew.

From Asda to Sainsbos, Aldi and Tescos to name just a few, we stood in line or faced a fine for simply saying, hello, how do you do.

And so it was to the Common Room we turned, to reacquaint with those whose friendships we’d once earned. We sang to playlists of our hero’s from the past, and listened to new stuff, played live from Pete’s gaffe.

We watched memes of things we’d seen, and played quizzes but without the bells or buzzes. And on Thursdays we took to our doors and beat the shit out of our pots and pans, all for the cause.

And soon that curve that had the nerve to keep the nation locked down in frustration, will wind it’s way to the floor. And as we leave the Common Room behind us, last one out, please close the door.