Like everyone else living with this coronavirus scare, the YOU team has been keeping calm and carrying on, albeit with some necessary adjustments. We’ve been working from home and communicating remotely, while still making sure we deliver you your favourite magazine. What I hadn’t factored in, and it seems true of most of my colleagues, too, is that many of our partners would also be working from home. So far today, my husband has grinned and endured my technology problems and the accompanying mini tantrums. I have asked him to please pick the furthest point away from me in the house, as his job (also in newspapers) seems to involve him talking nonstop on the phone (who does that any more?). I suggested we break up our respective working days with a rare treat we never get to indulge ourselves with during the week. Oh, good grief, no, not that. I just meant maybe sit in the garden with a sandwich and have our lunch break together. He looked aghast at the idea. unlike me, he said, his job makes him far too busy to luxuriate in something called a ‘lunch break’. I tried not to take it personally that he would prefer to stay glued to his emails instead of chat to me. I snuck into the kitchen at 1pm, scoffed a Marmite sandwich while I played a cheeky game of Candy Crush with the sound off.
You have to wonder: what will this situation do to relationships? So much for any romantic fantasies about how nice it would be to be slammed together for a while. one workmate, who shall remain nameless, said he didn’t fear the coronavirus as much as trying to survive 24/7 confinement with his wife and toddlers! Someone else (half) joked that all this enforced ‘quality time’ together could result in a boom for divorce lawyers. I don’t think it will come to that in my case. But it’s still curious to think that the man I have happily lived with for nearly 30 years and had a child with… well, I don’t think we’d have lasted a day together working in the same office.
Of course, this too shall pass. And it’s probably no accident at all, really, that this issue has something of a theme of ‘new beginnings’. For a start, today, 29 March, is the first day of British Summer Time. Yes, we lost an hour of our Sunday lie-in. But we’ve gained so much more daylight – it can’t be just me who, when the clocks turn back for winter, counts the days until they move forward an hour again. It genuinely cheers me every single time. It is the literal end of darkness – a psychological necessity at the moment.
Then there is also our fabulous special, dedicated to the magic of the moon. There is something about a new moon that also feels like a reset, a fresh start. We are days away from the biggest supermoon of 2020. While it might sound like fantasy and witchcraft, the fact is the moon governs the push and pull of our planet’s tides and so much of the behaviour of wildlife. Why wouldn’t it have an effect on our energy levels and moods? One woman swears she has even used the moon’s energy to make money. I don’t know about you, but I’m looking for anything to believe in at the moment – and something new to talk about with my husband! So I hope you enjoy this issue.
I wish all our lovely YOU readers continued health and strength.
Beautiful, much-needed escapism. Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrell, £20, Tinder Press, out 31 March
My clean – but very sore – hands can’t function without this right now. Cream, £7.50, Weleda, lookfantastic.com
If you need laughs, they’re all here. Schitt’s Creek, streaming now on Netflix