I drove home ridiculously grateful for these small connections, the acknowledgement, the wry smiles of ‘I know, how mad is this’, the head nods of ‘no, no, after you’ as two of us head for the toothpaste at the same time. The woman at the till was from Poland. She wants to see her Mum. My mum is only down the road. I want to see my Mum too. I want to hug my friends. Zoom drinks are all well and good, but they don’t really replace touching people.