Corona Diary: Day 8
Today, Sue decided she wanted to kill me. She didn’t go about it the traditional way. Instead, she insisted I have a go at Les Mills Body Attack. I think it’s going to be...
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Today, Sue decided she wanted to kill me. She didn’t go about it the traditional way. Instead, she insisted I have a go at Les Mills Body Attack. I think it’s going to be...
Saturday morning is the hardest day to get out of bed. This was always true, even when you could convince yourself there were places to go. There’s always things to do though, so up...
Bethan’s really stepped up to the plate with the cooking since lockdown began. It makes sense, since everyone else in the house is still working, for Bethan to take on the cooking duties. It...
Yesterday, Goose found a squirrel. We think it was dead when he found it, but since Goose is a cat, this is by no means a certainty. What was certain was that we suddenly...
Bethan came in very triumphantly yesterday morning. She’d been to the local co-op. “I’ve got eggs,” she said with wide eyes. Unfortunately, no cooking wine because she’s not eighteen yet, but you can’t have...
For the children, it’s their second day of corona restrictions. For Bethan, it’s also the second day of the rest of her life, having finished school unexpectedly and forever last Friday. I’m aware that...
I have been working at home now for two weeks. I remember, only a couple of months ago, flying into Seattle for work and getting a strange notification: anyone travelling to the US, be...
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