Lockdown isolation has led to epiphanies for many. I have not had such a moment of emotional glamour. My own realisations have been ordinary ones, among them understanding that I had allowed the agility and enthusiasm of my being, to be replaced by physical pain and emotional sadness. So, 10 months ago, after a gap of six years, I resumed yoga class.

My earlier yoga class was in a group. Some readers may recall it had featured a co-student named Eureka, a very, well, attractive teacher and some backbencher behaviour from me.