One day, bb, we who survive the plague shall dandle our PPE-clad younglings on our knees and tell them tales of the Before Time. Going on aeroplanes, shaking hands, packing ourselves into tube trains to go tnto 'Lon-Don'. They shan't believe us, of course. They'll dismiss these as the ramblings of fanciful dotards. Then they'll book us in for our appointment to be turned into Soylent Green.