I tried to help an elderly woman who was burning out the clutch in her tiny car with frantic wheel spins going nowhere. I took pity because she had a greyhound in the back of the car, but it was frustrating because she would not do as she was asked and go back to use the passable road where she had come from, nor to stop revving the engine and spinning her car's wheels which simply built up piles of ice and snow under her car and made everything so much worse. The clutch smelt awful and there was smoke pouring out. A passerby also attempted to help her, and she was in such a panic she asked him, and then me, if we could drive her car for her (of all things during a pandemic).
Luckily a couple of neighbours came to the aid and finally got her dug out and on her way, but we were all nervous as the woman was a complete stranger from a town several miles away and shouldn't have been here at all during the lockdown. Like the others I'm sure, I was wary of the likelihood of bringing Covid back into the house, the new variants having viciously ripped through the population since Christmas. Several days have since passed and we are symptom free, so apparently we escaped the plague this time around - our reward for helping out!