I’ve got my emergency chardonnay chilling in the fridge for lockdown 2.0

It’s hard to count your blessings right now, isn’t it? Once upon a time I used to have a joke in my stand-up set that went like this, “I tried to count my blessings but I only got to two and both of them were vodka”.

I actually don’t drink vodka any more, having long discovered that drinking spirits makes me shout at buses.

But as we seem to be sliding inexorably into a winter of some sort of non-specific lockdown, I am desperately trying to cling onto the things that make me feel good and I have to admit that a nice cold bottle of chardonnay is on that list. However, this time around, I know not to overindulge, because in my experience dealing with a pandemic and a hangover is to be avoided at all costs.