JAN MOIR: Are young Covid-19 rule breakers trying to bump off us boomers?
The first lockdown seems like ancient history now, something that happened a long time ago, almost to someone else. I remember peaceful, sunny days and long, warm evenings, all very enjoyable in the loveliest spring there had been for years. I was alone in London, isolated and perfectly happy in my Jan-bubble, foolishly believing that the pandemic and its restrictions wouldn’t last much beyond Easter. Little did I realise that ten months later, things would be so very much worse. Yes, the end is in sight — fingers crossed — but what have we lost in the meantime? A woman in my neighbourh...