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But what if I like my cosy, tracksuit-lined pandemic bubble?
by Esther O'Moore Donohoe
08th Oct 2021
08th Oct 2021
Living in fear that someone’s going to call and invite you out, probably to some wild virusy squash-fest where you'll have to hang out awkwardly until the end of days because you've no lift? Same, but it might be a small over-reaction
The thing that rhymes with “tandemic” has left us all slightly in bits. We’re being told that we’re entering the roaring 20s and that it’s going to be 24/7 decadence and sweaty dancing ahoy. But as I swap my summer tracksuit bottoms for my winter ones, like a UK petrol tank, my fun levels are deeply in the red. I’ve no holiday booked to Mykonos, no cocktail nights with the gals planned and the wildest...
