As I write this, on Sky News two grinning idiots are being asked why they are out, having a drink in a public space, despite the UK government’s request that people don’t do this. Admittedly, their Prime Minister is himself a grinning idiot, albeit one that has finally started listening to the grown-ups.

Their answer was that at a time like this, they should be supporting local business or some such twaddle, demonstrating clearly that, like many, they simply don’t get it.

At the same time, in Italy, the four horsemen are galloping through the smoking land.

We have the same problems here, of course, except that our PM seems to have started listening to the grown-ups a bit earlier than Johnson. Abela’s problem is different: he’s not an economist, or a doctor, or anything that gives him a grasp of the cataclysmic problems facing us and he doesn’t have any grown-ups in his Cabinet to guide him. He’s lucky to have some damn good civil servants, whose work must be recognised when all this over, but if Edward Scicluna and Silvio Schembri (Owen Bonnici is not even fit to be mentioned) are examples of the help Abela is getting, all I can say is, God help him.

And us.

But I don’t want to be writing about the subject that is on everyone’s mind. Perhaps it is partly cowardice, I don’t want to force myself to contemplate the unthinkable, which isn’t that at all, it’s quite clearly on the cards.

When we come through this our world will be totally and fundamentally changed. That was a statement of the bleeding obvious that should disqualify me from writing ever more. To be honest, I’m not exactly finding this easy, anyway.

Our world will not be completely changed, however.

At some point, the Public Inquiry into the circumstances of the assassination of Daphne Caruana Galizia will resume, with evidence of the involvement of people who had captured the State becoming clearer and clearer and clearer.

Other investigations will continue into corruption, conspiracy to murder, the murder itself, into the Vitals deal, and the Electrogas deal and into all the slime the scum who rule(d) us have poured over us.

Joseph Muscat must think he’s got away with it: his every move since resigning in disgrace had been scrutinised, every trip, every meeting with his successor (representing Steward/Vitals/Ernst) but now, COVID-19 has grabbed all our attention.

Well, that’s as may be, we don’t even know for sure that Muscat’s sense of entitlement hasn’t given him the right to ignore the self-isolation rules that the rest of us have adopted. I have to hope that the authorities do not think that Joseph Muscat and his family are too special to be inconvenienced by having to hunker down at home, but forgive me if I’m not prepared to put my life on it.

Or anyone else’s.

It has been brought into sharp focus that our health service is about to be hit – is being hit – by a crisis that will test it severely, hopefully not to destruction. If the situation in Italy is anything to go by, well, you know how that line goes.

This means that the first thing that Robert Abela has to do when the country gets through this, after a day’s rest, is to order a Public Inquiry into the Vitals deal.

He has to ensure that all involved, Keith Schembri, Konrad Mizzi, Joseph Muscat, Technoline, Armin Enrst and whoever else, are forced to answer questions, deep, searching questions and let’s not have any time wasting by trying to force tame poodles and toothless apologists into the role. We need proper investigators and proper analysts and the people involved have to be made available, whatever it takes.

To quote the other idiot running an important country, Donald J. Trump, “lock them up”. People who respect the Rule of Law (certainly not the Orange Oik) add “if they’re found guilty”, so I’ll put it differently, slightly: “when they’re found guilty, lock them up”.

And then throw away the key.