It's a summer without soul. A time when it’s easy to curb your enthusiasm. You almost have to pinch yourself, to remind yourself that this is a Bank Holiday Weekend.
It feels like there is no beginning, middle or end to this pandemic drama. It’s more like a state of chassis, ordinary people facing extraordinary times.
Like a poorly written poem, nothing seems to rhyme any more. Coronavirus is playing a cruel game of yo-yo with the world - with people’s lives and minds.
Here, cases can rise significantly some days, while at other times, the numbers are low and give cause for hope. Six months on from the first cases here, there is little sense of direction in the pandemic chaos.