Caroline O'Donoghue: My month-by-month recap of Covid-19 and lockdown

'He says, “Remember last summer when we went to Dublin!” We pause and realise that he means 2019. His memory has skipped out a whole year'

Banana bread, yoga with Adriene, exhausting Zoom parties that come in and out of fashion as infection rates soar and retreat.

This week marks the one-year anniversary of lockdown in the UK. Everyone on my social media is sharing photos of themselves from this time a year ago, in cafes and clubs and bars, not a mask in sight. I have my own, of course: my mum and I drinking champagne in the crowded cafe of the V&A, me and Gavin kissing at a day rave, cocktails at a bar that opened for precisely three weeks and was then forced to close again. It’s funny, and sort of dazzlingly predictable, that despite a year of global upheaval and widespread tragedy, it always comes back to the same thing. Namely, yourself. What was I doing?

What has been taken away from me, specifically? What phases and fads have I gone through, and how is my behaviour a microcosm of the larger mood?