reading this poem, written back a the very start of this, brings it all back. It's amazing how the human 'caveman' mentality returns when faced with an apocalyptic disaster. For a few weeks, we would have pushed a granny out of the way, just to snatch that last pack of bog rolls. Your poem was the sense that cut through this chaos, helping those fearful folk know that if we are sensible we can all get through this. This sentiment is still one that we need to listen to, for only by helping one another will we all come through the other side.