We can't have gone through Covid for nothing. Can we? | Matt Mohan-Hickson

In normal times these pictures would look dramatic but seeing them when we are only a few weeks removed from the peak of a deadly pandemic seemed beyond belief.

Everything we’ve sacrificed: shutting down the country, not seeing family and friends and staying cooped up in our homes. It can’t be for nothing.

I suffer from anxiety, so I’m burdened with worry at the best of times. But in 2020 it has quite frankly been dialled up to 11.

So perhaps I’m overreacting, but coupling this with the further easing of lockdown, I have had trouble escaping from fixating on the worst case scenario.

I thought the reopening of pubs, restaurants and cinemas would be a triumphant moment. It would be like the final scene in a movie with everyone heading down to their local watering hole, walking in slow motion for some reason, and greeting each other with big smiles.

But right now it feels like a frightening proposition.

Even the thought of taking a trip to the cinema, perhaps the thing I miss the most from the pre-Covid world, just fills me with fear.

Let alone contemplating braving a trip to the hairdressers or popping in to the pub for a pint.

South Korea, who so effectively dealt with the coronavirus outbreak, has just declared a second wave of the virus.

Brazil is seeing the pandemic run rampant, the United States is seeing cases continue to rise and there has been a surge in positive tests in Melbourne.

It just feels like a dangerous moment and I can’t stop my anxious mind from worrying about the worst case scenario.

Fingers crossed the worst of the virus is behind us and in a few weeks I’ll look back and chastise myself for wasting energy worrying for no reason.

But right now I have to try to keep my anxious mind occupied.

If I don’t, when I let my guard down, I just find myself staring at the ceiling or out of the window and thinking: It can’t be for nothing.

That mini-heatwave melted away my ginger superpowers

Look I know it is extremely clichéd to be British and complain about the weather, but I’m going to do it anyway.

The last week has been unbearable. Being a ginger, warm weather is our kryptonite. (Sadly we don’t have super powers in the cold). Couple the heat with a lack of air conditioning and I was close to melting.

If this is a sign of things to come with climate change, I don’t know how to cope. I do have serious fears about global warming – add it to the list of things to be anxious about.

It feels that in recent years we have seen more spells of unbearably warm weather. I hope we haven’t left it too late to prevent permanent damage.

Thanks to Linda my career as a bank robber is finished

A while ago I wrote about wearing a bandana as a face mask. However, this makeshift covering made me feel I was cosplaying as an anarchist or bank robber.

Clearly Linda Fitzgerald took note as she sent me a pack of three masks.

After being stuck at our office for a while, they were forwarded to me and arrived at the best possible moment. You see I managed to lose my bandana while walking last week. I went to pull it down from my face only to realise it was not there – quite how long it had taken me to realise it had gone, I have no idea. But then the three masks arrived – perfect timing. Thank you Mrs Fitzgerald, you have been a life saver!