Lockdown diaries: the book club founder

It happened so suddenly. One moment I was at work, bleaching everything in sight, using extra splashes of Dettol – that infamous Caribbean Aunty staple with a distinct smell that will instantly take a first generation immigrant child back to memories of early Saturday morning cleaning sessions – whenever I suspected a colleague may have compromised my office. Drinking cups of cerasee tea, a Jamaican cure-all, to ward off ‘The Virus’ – which at that point I wasn’t taking very seriously at all.