The Lockdown Problem

I was woken early one morning by a hammering on my back door. I quickly washed my hands, donned a mask and rushed downstairs where I found Alun standing two metres away from my back door in an excited mood.

It’s Happy Island lockdown, Jed,” Alun said. “It’s been loosened.”

“Fantastic. Does that mean I can start posting stories again?”

“Yes, Jed, but not more than 75 words.”

“75 words. That’s not enough to …”