Is it just me who's default reaction to the stress of the constant onslaught of bad news is to reach for the snacks? For example;
The UK runs of out PPE : Oh, a second helping? Don't mind if I do
Struggling to help my kids stay on top of their schoolwork : That last piece of cake looks a bit lonely, doesn't it?
Infection rate climbs: Yes, I'll have one of those biscuits please. Oh, go on - make it two. Dammit, pass me the packet.
Death rate continues to rise: Pass the crisps. And the dips. Don't bother to put it into a bowl - we all know there's going to be nothing left in that pack in five minutes time.
US president decides to take unproven (and possibly fatal) medicine to guard against Covid19d, and to publicise that fact widely: What the hell happened to that chocolate stash? It was meant to be MINE.
UK's key government adviser blatantly flouts lockdown rules and appears to think he's not subject to the same restrictions as everyone else: FFS. No, those are not my teeth marks in that block of cheddar.
Like I said before folks; I'm only trying to fatten the curve...