Caroline O'Donoghue: Eight ways to self-contain and stay sane

It’s all getting a bit scary in London at the moment. The Coronavirus, which at first felt like a fun alternative to talking about Trump and Brexit, has become an eery, creeping concern for everyone living in an even vaguely urban area. This morning, my pharmacist told me that she’s so busy selling masks and hand sanitiser that she has no time to refill prescriptions.

There are rumours that by this time next week, the entire city will be on lockdown, and I have been instructed to buy as much beans and toilet paper as I can hold.