because of Covid-19, I’m writing this letter from home. So far, it seems to be working out pretty well in terms of the magazine (in fact, this month marks our 1000th edition!). And in terms of my household, bar a few minor skirmishes over possession of the dining room table as workspace, we seem to be doing okay too. My husband is also working from home, and the kids (19 and 20) are here too – their university has closed for the forseeable future. I wouldn’t describe what 19 and 20 are doing as working exactly: they’re sleeping, gaming, peering into the fridge while muttering darkly about boomer food choices, wearing headphones, watching endless incomprehensible series, laughing at their phones and (sort of) trying not to blame us adults for…
