With the lock-down upon us I have become more nocturnal and like some fleeting vampire, I now tend to do any business I need to once the sun has gone down. Take for instance a visit to the bank. This is done at the ATM when the streets are deserted and I am left alone in the quiet hush of late evening. As I drive home, I pass two of the major supermarkets and am always aghast at what’s happening. Last night, there were a number of youths gathered around their cars and believe me, there was no sign of social distancing. I actually drove into the car park to observe the comings and goings and sat in stunned silence watching those who emerged from the supermarkets bright innards. There were groups of all sexes carrying beers and pizzas and there was no way they could all be from one family. One woman came out carrying a baby in front of her like some human shield against the virus. No doubt, that was not her intention but seriously!!! All this made me think, as we are cocooning our loved ones and trying our best to take care of our families, is there some ancient, sort of scruffy god that takes care of these people? Because, let’s face it, they somehow survive and thrive with some invisible Armour that protects them against life’s onslaughts. You know the type, they come through plagues, famines and all night parties unscathed and with a dumb resilience to keep going. It’s one of life’s great mysteries, my friends.