I was one of the very few who didn’t take Coronavirus seriously. It wasn’t something I wanted to hear about nor know the number of victims it had consumed. With all the madness of panic buying, I stayed calm scoffing at people excessiveness.

About three weeks ago, the reality of the situation we are in struck harder when I arrived at my local supermarket (eight in the morning) and found nowhere to park.

I returned home empty-handed. An empty cabinet stared at me. We had run out of essentials. I sat down hopelessly regretting my decision not to stuck up.