It was a year ago today. The virus was upon us. The jobless lines snaked out of Centrelink offices. Pubs closed. Airports emptied. And I took a call from my then editor, who was a little shaky and distraught. I’m not gonna dump her in it. She was great. I’d have cut my arm off for that woman.

But I didn’t need to.

Ninefax was using the dread Miss Rona to …