The countdown to tomorrow’s Great Unlock is under way. Soho’s roads are cleared for tables and chairs, paintwork is spruced and on every corner, restaurant staff, excited to see one another again, are being briefed and handed PPE.

We look forward to the re-opening with hope and trepidation. Hope that the restaurants in which we have enjoyed such good times will thrive once more and trepidation that drunkenness and lack of toilet facilities will drive desperate punters to urinate – and worse – in the quiet street onto which our front door opens.

For the moment, it feels as though Soho is holding its breath.