Each day I take a photo of the headline in today's Herald and paste it into my diary app on my phone. Each day those headlines seem ever more horrifying, which though awful is excellent exposure therapy for my hypochondria. So it's an ill cliche?
Things still seem normal here in Surry Hills. I get a coffee and sit outside the cafe on Elizabeth Street. Only the occasional passer by is wearing a mask and there is plenty of bog roll in the corner shop. Why aren't the panic buyers descending on Surry Hills?
