On the difficulty of finding comedy in your own house

Searching for mirth in a one-bed

I can’t work under these conditions. I mean as a comic – what do you expect me to do? Apart from the guy from the corner shop, whom I buy nuts and deodorant from, I don’t see anybody. So much so that when I was pinged by the covid app, I went over to the corner shop and checked he was there and, concluding that he was alright, decided I was. But I don’t…