I can’t be the only person to have thought it, but Coronavirus really is the most perfect imaginable metaphor for Brexit. It’s an infection whose cause we don’t really understand, whose outcome is uncertain but is at the very least unpleasant and damaging, and whose only certain consequence is self-isolation. What a perfect phrase to describe our new condition! If ever there was an apt mot du jour, this is it.

The great novel using disease as metaphor is of course Camus’ The Plague. I’m sure there is some writer out there sharpening their pencil (or keyboard) at this moment, with a vision of a quarantined and divided community in mind.

Here is a nice landscape from yesterday’s dog walk, before the (non-metaphorical) storm arrived.

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