Peter Rhodes on cut-class accents, pandemic dreams and a particularly Scilly tier

I have this tier thing sorted. From tomorrow you can have 4,000 spectators at a football match in the Scilly Isles. (Population of the Scilly Isles: 2,224).

The Museum of London is asking folk to share the dreams they experience during the pandemic. A reader confides to me her latest dream which involves illness, fear and domestic shaming. Her cousin arrives unexpectedly with his new girlfriend and the house is a tip, with peeling wallpaper, dirty washing and pillows and duvets scattered everywhere. The girlfriend is a chic and stylish interior designer who raises a haughty eyebrow at such mess. And all the dreamer can think to say is: “I'm sorry, I've just had my flu jab.” In the best tradition of guilt-dreams, the dreamer is of course, naked.

Own up. How many of us watched the rare screening of Brief Encounter on BBC4? Like Winnie the Pooh and A Christmas Carol, it draws us back, if only for those glorious cut-glass English accents.