"A couple of weeks after lockdown started, I found myself on the other side of London in a housing estate I didn’t know, trying to find a young woman I had never met before.
She was a refugee, pregnant, alone and living in temporary accommodation. It was pouring with rain and I was standing in a stairwell as, in broken English, she was trying to explain over the phone how I could find her. "When I finally got to her doorstep, I couldn’t even smile at her because I was wearing a face mask.
And social distancing rules meant I couldn’t go in to sit down, have a cup of tea and explain the things in the box I was bringing her, as I would do normally.
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