Even in this strange world of lockdown, it's all relative. While many of us can amble to our backyard or at least to the hall cupboard, Tanya Moodie is stuck on a chair when I speak to her via FaceTime at her sunny south London home. "I'm on lockdown 2.0," she explains, flipping her screen to show off her leg, in plaster up to the knee. What happened? She grimaces. "It was April Fool's Day, I got over-excited trying to punk my daughter, and ended up falling down the stairs." As I am to discover during our chat, Moodie is a resolutely glass-half-full kind of person, even faced with a dislocation and bad break requiring a metal plate. "It could have been so much worse. My partner was home at the time, so he could drive me to hospital; the orthopaedics department was empty and able to treat me quickly. My daughter is 12, old enough to attend to her own home schooling. There were lots of things in place to make me feel lucky."
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