I find the timing of these things somewhat random, to put it kindly. First we are encouraged to go out and fill ourselves with pizzas and chips; then shortly after we are told we're all too fat and need to get on our bikes. Call me cynical if you will, but I assume this is softening us up for shortages, come January. At that time, with food supplies stuck in a bureaucratic log-jam in Kent, we will be told that since we're not all as lean as whippets, food will be rationed. For our own good of course. Oh, and so will petrol, so if you didn't get your bike sorted out, that's your fault too. This, of course, is assuming that we actually manage to survive the herd immunity project (Part II), and the alien invasion or asteroid collision, or whatever else 2020 has yet in store for us.