I closed Café Gandolfi before the official lockdown.
I was worried that my staff, customers and my twin boys who work there would get ill.
My son Alasdair got coronavirus, which meant that we strictly isolated for 14 days. I didn't know what to do with myself.
Reading a book on a Saturday afternoon feels very strange when you're normally run off your feet at work.
I had a few days of watching news bulletins before I thought: "I need to get busy!"
Nothing gives me greater pleasure than the total distraction of cooking. I started off baking bread and cakes – too many of them – I have a lot of flour to use. So I started giving them to my neighbours.
Then I did an Easter Sunday roast for all the single ladies in the street.
Now it's jam jars of soup and home-baked bread.
I think it gives me a sense of purpose.
One neighbour I had never met before has started supplying me with rhubarb for my tarts.
I think my lasting memory of this will be kindness. One of my oldest customers sent me her favourite books.
I posted online about being unable to pay my fish supplier, because I've been unable to access government grants.
The next day he left a big basket of fresh fish behind my storm doors.
I just cried. I couldn't believe this was his response to my not being able to pay him.
I miss everything – my staff, my customers, going to church, giving people a hug. I'm so thankful for shop staff, the police, the NHS – all frontline workers.
I worry for people who are lonely and isolated or who don’t have enough to get by.
I can’t wait to get back to normality.
● As told to Elaine Livingstone, in line with social distancing guidelines. If you know someone you think should be featured in our Lockdown Lives, please get in touch.
