On Wednesday I wake up feeling incredibly depressed and with a horrible feeling of helplessness, but I have to pull myself out of bed and try to find the energy to plan our click and collect and delivery offering, not to mention finding a use for 500 Christmas crackers. Somehow, we have to try to keep the wheels turning, if we are going to have any chance of survival. Like so many other restaurateurs, I had my chefs asking me what they’ll tell their families. My head chef Ashley asked if he needed to place the order for turkeys, and the worst thing is that I just don’t have the answers — I have no control. Even more maddening is the realisation that while restaurants are forced to close yet again, the rest of London is carrying on as normal — hordes of people on public transport and cramming into department stores. If putting us in to Tier 3 is really the right thing to do for long-term benefit, then I support it. But giving us less than 48 hours is criminal. There will be a huge amount of food wastage across London restaurants, which is just shameful and so unnecessary. I’m lucky to have Sam’s Larder, our little shop around the corner, which will remain open, and we can make use of anything that won’t be on our click and collect menu, but not everyone has that advantage.