Home Life During a Pandemic

16th May – Week 8 Mozart is playing here and I’ll just let him while I get the writing going. The eighth week of these, and I was about to write the word ‘already’ but is it? It’s been a long slow time in most ways, this gap between how life was and whenever all […]

Spring is here: A journal

Saturday, early afternoon. Tired is tired. Tired is a Saturday morning when my alarm wasn’t set and I didn’t wake up until it was nearly Saturday afternoon. Woken only by Sarah opening the curtains and saying ‘It won’t be long until the light starts to go.’ I must have been tired. So, food for the […]