Suzanne Harrington: Funnily, lockdown love (with daily walks) knows no bounds

"Puke all you like, but when there is nothing to do except side-by-side Zoom yoga in the sitting room, followed by watching yet more football while eating yesterday's leftovers,  that's how you find out if you want to be with someone or not."

Wrapped up in each other's lives: The confinement of lockdown is the perfect way to get to know one another.

We have done pandemic Paddy's Day, pandemic Easter, pandemic Halloween, pandemic Christmas, pandemic new year, and now we're doing pandemic Valentine's Day. Conveniently, for Valentine's, all you need is love. This Valentine's, my love and I will be sitting on the sofa in elasticated lounge wear, with lockdown hair, watching the football, the same as we have been since the day we met. Because we met in lockdown.

So, there have been no weekends in Paris or Barcelona, no romantic escapes to the countryside, no gigs, no dancing, no theatre. No dinners out, no lazy brunches. (I'm aware this is starting to sound like the theme tune to Only Fools and Horses.) We had one weird trip to the cinema, when it briefly opened, except they hadn't put the heating on, so it was like watching a film in a frozen field with popcorn, as jittery ushers hovered in hazmat suits. Bit of a buzz kill, to be honest. Nor have we met each other's families, because of airports and tiers and travel restrictions, and blah, blah, blah.