And all across the land, people who had never jogged before spluttered to the parks convinced that Boris's hour of exercise was a government directive - and women blitzed spiders' webs in a frenzy of spring-cleaning - and bakers, reckless of their figures, joined #bakecorona (launched by my heroine Regula Ysewijn who confessed on radio yesterday that she has 80 eggs and 40k of flour, but I have five eggs and 3k and can't keep up! However, I am mightily impressed by this gentleman's fish battenberg pie! - although as I've only got two trout fillets in the freezer, that won't be happening here any time soon.)
No, it's time that I did my bit for mental health and launched #slothcorona a support group for those who are happy to lie in bed until mid-day.
Meanwhile, your personalised TV Times service continues - and next up, coming soon on BBC3, is Normal People.  I'm afraid I was bored by this when I read it last year; it didn't merit a blogpost at the time. That's maybe because I'm way too old to care about the romantic tribulations of millennials. (I think this is possibly the first time I have ever watched anything on BBC3!) However, desperate times - and I'll own up to enjoying the first few episodes of the TV series rather more than the book. Probably because of lovely Irish voices and a Sligo/Dublin setting. 

Also, you probably know already, but the National Theatre is streaming online as of next Thursday at 7pm. First up is One Man, two Guvnors - but I'm not a fan of James Corden so I'll be holding on for Jane Eyre the following week. If only they'd do My Beautiful Friend or Home, I'm Darling, both of which I missed.