Like most of the world, Britain has been on Covid-19 lockdown. It has been three weeks and two days. I am doing lots of writing, catching up on TV and conscious that I should do more exercise! As usual, my go-to programmes are Real Housewives and other frivolous entertainment. Thankfully, I am not alone. Nobody wants to watch, read or listen to violence or horror when Coronavirus is hammering each of our countries and devastating many lives. In the last four weeks, Britain has lost 12,000 people to the virus, and the financial havoc is slowly creating deep seismic rumbles that I pray will not become earthquakes in our lives. Right now, I am about to go into the next series of Real Housewives of Potomac.
Housewives is scripted, surreal but hugely entertaining. It it has thrust me away from my bookish world to one where girls make an effort to look glam either through plastic surgery, Botox or heavy makeup. They also seem to dress up for every occasion, try to have a good time, and are not afraid to air their feelings of anger in public or on national TV.