We open with a crappy montage of Zoom waves and claps and lessons.
A child looks out the window, lonely, as the camera pans to a silver framed photograph of grandparents.
As the strangled gasps of some female singer murdering both her own voice through the medium of vocal fry and whatever originally upbeat and ballsy song about people's character being tested rev up, (have they massacred True Colours yet?) child gazes into the massive garden.
They creep past the other parent who is preparing nice looking food in their fancy kitchen into the huge rear garden whilst wearing their £86 pound striped pyjamas. And then is seen creeping back in as night falls.
Mum comes off shift at the hospital where she's been making old people smile and removes her PPE, sighing and sagging under the weight of inherent respectability.
As glittering stars pepper the perfect night sky, Mum comes home.
Exhausted Mum comes in and creeps to the child's bedroom, only to find nobody there.
Child has wrapped a present and gone to leave it on the huge bed, but has fallen asleep whilst waiting for Mum (instead of Santa this year, because FAAMILY'S wot's important).
Mum climbs onto the bed and lies down with child as a shooting star is seem through the huge window. Dad comes in and gently places a supersoft cashmere blanket in rainbow colours over the pair of them as the horrid croaker splutters out 'Like a...rainbow...' and superimposed, we have
Thank you NHS.
Bet the bidding war for anything involving rainbows went crazy as soon as they started to be used during lockdown.