SARAH BUITENDACH: Eating out and dirty weekends: how Covid killed the fun
When will the confinement end? It’s a question I mulled over as I returned from another terribly exciting excursion to the kettle
You’re in a car. You’ve just passed eMalahleni. The music is cranked up and the sky has taken on the orange haze of a winter afternoon. You should be at the lodge by nightfall. You slide your hand down your partner’s leg. They’ve got that glint in their eye – the weekend is going to be killer.
[CUE NARRATORS VOICE: It wasn’t killer. You didn’t put your foot down. You weren’t allowed to leave the province, and so this daydream merely plays out while you sit at your computer. In your kitchen. Again.]..