services reps exchanged for a red wristband at the entrance. I spent the next 40 minutes tapping my foot in a very long queue induced by Wimbledon’s new ‘paperless’ initiative and, finally, was allowed inside, facemask on, to move around the venue.
My impression up until this point was that things were regimented, Covid-wise. But the moment I arrived in the President’s Suite and removed my face mask, it was as though I had stumbled straight back into 2019.
Air kisses. Cheers. Arm grazing. And I’ll be frank - government advice has changed at such speed that I no longer had a clue what the rules actually were - so I just went with it.
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