From the bussle of an oncology ward with its beeps, monitoring by nurses, scheduled meal times and doctor visits I’m home alone: in quarantine. In a bid to not repeat what just happened Brett (my partner), Phillipa (his Mum) and Felix (my son) have decamped to Brett’s Auntie’s house. I’m in our house and Roger (my father) is in the local hotel. The house has been licked clean, albeit with a disinfectant tongue.