The Corona iceberg has been struck, and the good ship Victoria Quarter, is on her way down.
It’s ‘Lock down’ – to members of the public, verboten.
As I sit here at my desk, putting my business in mothballs, I am officially the last man standing.
Violin poised, bow in hand, I must serenade a sad farewell to you all, until the good times roll again.
But for now, this period is one of the biggest tests many of us will have to endure.