Friday 9 April 2021 Jo Rodgers My parents think it’s a kooky idea, I reported, unwrapping a Dairy Milk Fruit & Nut. We were beetling through the Blackwall Tunnel under the Thames, and everybody was doing their part: Andrew was driving, our toddler was rapt by a programme called “Helper Cars,” and I was enlarging on the morning to friends via text. That day we’d gotten up early to see our would-be rental house in East Sussex, on which we had offered a two-year lease at the asking price without ever having been inside. But that wasn’t the kooky thing.