Our family lockdown exercise. I love these three so very much.

The Tinworth Family on Shoreham Beach.

Bluebells in the garden.

Bluebells in a Shoreham Beach back garden.

If you give your article a headline that starts “We need to talk about…” I will not read it.

I’ve got the perfect background for the next few Zoom meetings.

Very professional, I think.

When lockdown eases, which approach do you think companies will choose?

Allow more remote working? Up their office space to allow for social distancing? A mix of both?

Consequences, consequences: WarnerMedia Is Rethinking Theatrical Release Model

Huge TVs with good sound systems at home. Hard to socially distance in cinemas…

Evidence, I think, that my daughters are handling this lockdown more productively than me.

The worst of it?

I can’t even eat them. I’m milk intolerant.

D-Nile

Odd, odd 36 hours.

It turns out that I was in emotional denial about how much the world has and will change, even if I acknowledged it intellectually. Some bad news about a couple of bits of work triggered a small emotional collapse and a (largely) sleepless night.

But I’ve come out of it with a renewed focus on adapting myself to the new reality, and I’m feeling much better, thank you very much.

Now, let’s be honest: you didn’t need to know that, did you?

But I think it’s worth sharing it. What we’re going through? It’s tough. And let’s not be afraid to show each other when we’re struggling.

Rough day - two bad pieces of news about two different projects means things are looking financially pretty precarious for me.

Just about enough regular work to get by for now, but it looks increasingly like I’ll need the self-employment support scheme when it launches.

Ballet class via Facebook Live.