Whether the Welsh and UK Government’s refer to it as a lockdown, a circuit-breaker or a ‘firebreak’, the end result will be pretty much the same.

“In order to prevent you and everyone else from catching Covid 19, you must stay in; work at home if at all possible; and put your life on hold for a period of time that we’ll decide upon – and we’re not making all these rules up as we go along, honest ‘guv!”

Some people view this as a Draconian curtailing of our individual freedom, which I think is an unjustified accusation because I speak fluent Draconian, having spent three weeks in Upper Draconia before it became over-run with sun-seeking tourists and desperate-idea-seeking politicians.

I can assure you that Draconians are an easy-going people who would never impose their rules on other countries.

They love good wine and singing folk songs while balancing flaming kebabs on their noses – a skill not easily acquired, as the medical staff at the local A&E will confirm.

As I’m not a big fan of TV, unlike many people forced to stay home when the first lockdown was announced, I wasn’t interested in signing-up to any of the ever-increasing streaming services.

But now and then when I did dip in to watch certain TV shows that friends recommend on the terrestrial channels, I’d either get bored or distracted well before the end of Episode One.

If a series is half-decent, I might find the patience to sit through four episodes over four consecutive nights, but if there’s 10 or 12 episodes stretched over as many weeks….as they say on Dragons Den . . . “I’m out!”

Incidentally, in Draconia it’s called “Dracon’s Den” as the letter ‘G’ doesn’t appear in the Draconian alphabet.

When I asked a waiter at my hotel why that was, he said “I haven’t ot a clue!

Shall I et you another lass of laer and another in and tonic for your orgeous irlfriend?”

And as he placed the flaming kebabs we’d ordered in front of us, the room was filled with the unmistakeable smell of burning nasal hair…