Lockdown hasn’t changed me – I’m still the poster girl for underachievers everywhere

The best of Voices delivered to your inbox every week - from controversial columns to expert analysis Sign up for our free weekly Voices newsletter for expert opinion and columns Sign up to our free weekly Voices newsletter SIGN UP I would like to be emailed about offers, events and updates from The Independent. When not in lockdown, I’m awful for signing up to the introductory offer of a new exercise class, making it to the first session, undergoing some form of energetic epiphany as I swear loyalty to the new programme, only to wake up the next day in paralysing agony as my underworked muscles seize up and remind me that, no, I will never bloody well do that again. So it’s probably not surprising that when lockdown looked likely, I bought myself a few jigsaws and even “learn to knit” and “learn to needlepoint” kits due to some idiotic romantic notion that lockdown would turn me into a woman from a Jane Austen novel, content to sit and sew quietly to pass the time. The instructions advised there were video tutorials available online, but I was so busy simultaneously watching The Wire for the second time that that simply wasn’t an option.