"My last memory of dad is squeezing his hand as he got into the ambulance. My brother, Nizam, 35, had called me to say dad’s breathing was getting worse and he needed to go to A&E.”

For most of the 2.2 million clinically vulnerable people in the UK, Sunday 22 March was the last time they stepped outside their front door.

If we travel back to the days BC (before coronavirus), the prospect of me choosing a night out over a night in was laughable.

By day four of presenting with coronavirus symptoms, on 19 March, Tobi Rachel Akingbade, from London, felt so scared she called NHS 111.

It was in late February when Katie*, 49, heard in the playground that a class from her son’s Essex school had been on a trip to Northern Italy over half term.

For the first time since 23 March, lockdown measures have been eased in England to allow people to see one person outside their household. Sophie Gallagher speaks to those making the most of Wednesday's rule change

It’s three days until the Irish abortion referendum and I am speaking to Professor Louise Kenny, who is getting ready to fly home.

Kylie, 32, who lives in Scotland, was 19 and in a relationship with her university boyfriend when she first needed to get the emergency contraceptive pill.

Lisa Marie Govan is 15 years old – as her Facebook profile clearly states. But in the two years she has had an account on the social platform, adult strangers have cyberflashed her hundreds of times, sending unsolicited sexual messages and pictures.

By 2042, Theresa May has promised a United Kingdom that creates zero ‘avoidable’ plastic waste, or those single-use items, that are used once and then sent straight to landfill.

It had been almost 10 years since Jeremy, 57, last had sex. After his partner of 13 years, Danny, died from bowel cancer in 2009, he slipped into a period of depression, becoming disillusioned with love and relationships.

Alex* remembers clearly the last time she had sex with her boyfriend. He’d just got a promotion, and for the first time in months had managed to quiet the anxiety and stress that usually stopped him focusing on sex.

It was the third time Alex* had tried to put the condom on and failed. Despite being aroused and aware that this was probably his only chance to have sex with the woman he’d met earlier that evening, he couldn’t stay erect.

“When I came back, my father couldn’t even look at me. This is someone who cared for me since I was a baby. For him to reject me... it shattered me.”

At the height of his involvement in London’s chemsex scene, James Wharton, 32, would come home to his flat in south London from his well-paid job in the City, log on to Grindr or flick through his Whatsapp, messaging contacts to invite them over to spend the weekend taking drugs and having sex.

Like lots of women, Sarah*, 27, often talks to her girlfriends about sex – how much they’re getting, the surprises, the let-downs, the tips. But, also like lots of women, she’s lost count of the number of stories shared about sex that has left them uncomfortable.

It’s Wednesday morning in early December and I’m lying on my back in a Pilates studio, desperately trying to contort my body into a bridge shape. There’s a rubber ball clenched between my thighs and a Miniature Schnauzer, called Grace, placed on my stomach.

Frida Farrell hung up the phone to her boyfriend. It was a dry, summer’s evening in 2002 and the 24-year-old was planning to walk home from London’s Oxford Circus to her studio flat in Primrose Hill, a journey that would take about 40 minutes on foot.

One missed pill, one broken condom, one unprotected fumble. We spend our younger lives desperately trying not to get pregnant – to avoid becoming a teenage parenting statistic, or wrecking our early careers.

The first time Michael* gambled he was 11 years old. In the corner of a cafe near his home in north London, sat a fruit machine. Michael headed there one day with a school friend, and put 30p in the slot - the change from his lunch money. He won five pounds, bought himself an ice cream to celebrate, and began returning every week.