During any other year, the whole ‘cuffing season’ thing wouldn’t make me bat an eyelid, but this time it’s different and the stakes are higher.
At a time when I should be welcoming my annual weight gain with open arms and looking forward to mulled wine and Love Actually screenings, I’m bracing myself for ‘coving season.’ The agenda? Find someone to keep your bed warm for the winter while the bars are empty and everyone else is loved up during lockdown. The method? Swipe until your thumbs fall off.
When the first lockdown happened back in March and we were all told to keep our hands (and other body parts) to ourselves unless we lived in the same household, I had somehow missed the memo and actually did just that. My friends however, were a different story.