For many, 2020 has been a year of new experiences: wearing masks in supermarkets, Zoom conferences and watching Ministers cry on television. But for me, the biggest novelty has been that the skin on my face appears to be – for want of a better word – shedding.
Every morning for the past six months, I’ve awoken to find a delightful trail of skin debris on my pillow – and have a face that feels, and looks, as if it’s been soaked in bleach.
For a moment, I thought I’d contracted an unusual strain of Covid that causes snake-like skin. But I have weekly tests at work and so far, so negative.