Over the Christmas period, like so many others, I was unexpectedly confined to my own four walls upon being confronted with a positive lateral flow test.
After a sketchy day or two, the symptoms eased and to pass the remaining time in isolation my wife and I worked our way through a large cheese board and some overpriced crackers/chutney that was initially purchased for now-cancelled social gatherings at our house.
So instead of seeing friends in person, we formed a Covid-19 bubble with Benedict Cumberbtach and Martin Freeman and bulldozed our way through every episode of the BBC's Sherlock on iPlayer in some sort of wensleydale-induced fever dream.
