PHOTOS: ALAMY OF COURSE, there are benefits. And of course, I say that as a person who hasn’t felt my health flounder (yet), hasn’t lost anyone to the virus (yet squared), a person with a small, lovely flat from which she is in no danger of being evicted, with an amiable partner and a tiny, precious bit of garden – a person, in other words, well-placed to reap any benefits that might be had, unlike so many others. But, still: there are benefits.
The accumulating realisation life lived slow is like food cooked slow: it takes bloody ages, but it tastes better. A sense of being stripped down to the point of understanding who you actually are, and what you actually want, which is: to feel well, have everyone you…
