In normal times, which none of us considered to be particularly normal until we now look back on them enviously, if the news got a little spiky, we would stick a jumper on the back of our office chair, pretend we were in a very important meeting, pop into Wetherspoons, have a drink, go home, watch The Chase and flick through holiday offers to Bruges on our phone. Not today. Taking the troubled in order of size of cataclysm ...