While everyone else was running in circles, stockpiling toilet paper and flapping about pasta, I put my hands on my hips in a “when the going gets tough” type of way. “Right,” I said, “we’re going to need decent wine. I’ll sort the vino, you get the chips.”
When all this descended, I’d proudly been on a healthy hiatus — drinking modestly like a government-mandated normal person. That all changed.
My COVID-19 drinking habits have mutated at an alarming rate. Gone is the polite, middle-class, sun-over-the-yardarm trigger. Daily, I turn to drink for different reasons. First came those initial corona-Christmas feelings. Do you remember about three weeks ago, when everyone started working from home? This was the period before people we knew started getting sick or dying.
At this early stage, our cupboards were groaning with food we’d never eat, and a small libation at lunchtime to toast the festive vibes seemed only polite. One weekday afternoon, we watched a couple of movies we’d always wanted to and put away the best part of a litre.
Source: Sydney Morning Herald