Inevitably, Melbourne has arrived at Stage 4 restrictions. Imposed on us last night by the head honcho in charge of this dystopian nightmare, Chairman Dan, and will remain in place until mid-September.
The city is wholly lacking pizzazz. There is a tangible sense of doom amongst us, its saddened, anxious, and angry inhabitants.
But…in the spirit of clouds and silver linings…last night I FaceTimed with a friend and we had a lovely natter over a drink about how lacklustre and lonely we all feel. Towards the end of our chat, we agreed that better days are coming.
They just have to be. Right?