Get the Lockdown Look | Blaise Tapp

Nearly two months into lockdown the answer to that question is self-evident, given that our collective waistlines have expanded at an unprecedented rate.

Since the sudden suspension of football, rugby, cricket, and even darts, Britain has a new national sport – the three-yard fridge dash. Except there isn’t much dashing involved, it’s usually plodding.

Our early supermarket raids were initially motivated by the fear of the unknown and whether or not we would be allowed out of our homes at all if the pandemic reached the levels that some very clever people had predicted it might.

But even though we now have a much clearer idea of what this means to our daily lives, supermarkets still have queues outside, albeit to help preserve social distancing inside.

You would have thought, given the amount of dried pasta, rice and frozen stuffed-crust pizzas that some people crammed into their trolley during mid-March supermarket raids, they wouldn’t need to shop again until July.

My four-year-old is currently attempting to break his own world record for stuffing the most number of biscuits in his mouth in one go. He isn’t fussy about what type they are either. That is what being stuck at home is doing to millions of us and the inevitable side effects are beginning to show.

How many of you checked into the now mandatory video call recently and thought ‘woah’ the moment you clap eyes on somebody you haven’t seen for a couple of weeks? Extra chins and chubbier cheeks have become as essential to that classic Lockdown Look as bags under eyes, not to mention bad haircuts.

Of course, there are positives to be had from this urge to eat ourselves out of house and home, namely more of us are adding extra skills to our culinary repertoire. Before this, only bearded men in dungarees would have attempted making their own banana bread and sourdough – now we are all at it.