My colony has been sealed. They found a positive case just behind the block where I live. An ambulance arrived in the dead of night and whisked the entire family away. I write this on the 38th day of the national lockdown, and for me, it also marks the end of two excruciating weeks under imposed confinement.

Virginia Woolf’s essay ‘On Being Ill’ can teach us how not to be distressed during the lockdown