fbpx

Category: Corona

Bread And Circuses

Today was a food day. Having restocked our cupboards with our click and collect yesterday, we went on a mission to see how quickly we could eat our way back to bare shelves and...

Sick of it all

My apologies for the lack of posts over the last few days. I’ve been stuck in bed feeling sorry for myself, with a fuzzy head and a bunged up nose. Which has felt, in...

I Can Feel Your Presents

I’ve just bought a birthday present for my brother in law. This is usually fairly challenging. He’s the kind of man who has everything and, more infuriatingly, already has somewhere to put it. This...

Dreams

Write like nobody’s watching Live like nobody cares. The secret is just to keep breathing To creep up on life unawares. The answer was always inside you. The secret was hidden in dreams. The...

A Question of Taste

Vanilla is a very odd thing. It’s a distinctive flavour, exclusively reserved for use in ice cream and candles. Why ice-cream? I remember, back in the ’70s, when there where only three flavours of...

Sing, sing a song

I’ve decided to learn to sing. The rest of the house are delighted. I previously thought I could hold a fair enough tune. I’ve played SingStar. That’s as close enough to winning Britain’s Got...

Corona Diary: The big freeze

Disaster has finally happened. We thought we were doing well. We thought we were getting through the current crisis. Then somebody left the freezer door open.Overnight, all of our carefully stocked up provisions were...

Corona Diary: Stay Safe

It’s very hard to measure something that doesn’t exist. Unlike Terry Pratchett’s Pork Futures Warehouse, virtual existence has no presence, requires no storage, and cannot be counted. This makes it very difficult to sell...