‘For what little time there might be left to them, they frolicked’
Alan Bennett’s Killing Time is a Covid fairy tale. It’s set in Hill Topp House (with two pp’s) a council home where residents pay a premium, the cuisine is ‘not unadventurous’ and a glass of dry sherry may be served on special occasions. The worst fate is probably not death but to be sent down the hill to live in the ‘sink’ council home, Low Moor. Mrs McBryde, the refined, light-fingered, care home manager doesn’t hesitate to use the threat of Low Moor to keep her residents in line, get rid of anyone whose name seems common (Audrey is out, Amelia in) or whose relatives became unable to pay the premium. Then the pandemic strikes and the Hill Topp table top sale must be cancelled (though Cheltenham races need not). When Mrs McBryde develops Covid symptoms and is taken to hospital, she’s so sure that the virus belongs only in places like Low Moor (and will only affect ‘old people and the occasional Asian’) that her last conversations with the doctor are spent explaining why...