Get up, eat, commute to dining room, work, eat, work, eat, go for a walk, sleep. The days have taken on a never-ending sameness in lockdown, confined as many of us are to limited indoor spaces. Even my regular walks, my chance to get out of the house, see me taking in the same sights each day. It's become, and this seems a facetious complaint given what's happening in the world, boring.
The thing which would usually provide me with an escape, reading, has also been much harder than usual, as it has been for many people. I've found it virtually impossible to begin new books, yet have also found old titles – even much loved ones – unable to keep my attention in the way they usually would.
But, as I've discovered, the answer lies in reading something that feels familiar but is also completely new, and that for me came with Stephen Fry's Mythos which, like a bolt of lightning sent by Zeus, cracked open my lockdown world.