‘Blimey! What you got in there, love? A dead body?’
I smile, although he can’t see it behind the facemask. What strange times. I can’t wait to finally let off some steam, it’s been so long.
He parks at the drop-off point – it seems crazy now that you could once drive right up. I tip him for his help, add a bit for his discretion.
I knock at the door, give my name and slip inside.
‘Welcome to the Prime Minster’s birthday party!’ someone shouts.