Your mask’s slipped, mate
It’s official! Overnight on Monday, the news websites finally confirmed it: in England, wearing face masks or face coverings in all shops is going to be compulsory from 24th July, and ignoring this mandate will be enforceable by fairly hefty fines. (No, no idea about that ten-day delay. It’s like...
Dear Diary…not a lot happened, actually
On Friday night, admittedly a few cocktails down, I clambered (gracelessly, with much grumbling) into our dusty overstuffed attic on a quest to find an old photograph I could picture in my head and that I just knew I must have kept. I didn’t find it. What I did unearth, however,...
Four Decades
Forty. It has happened. I can’t quite believe I’m this…old. (I know it’s not actually old). Nevertheless, here I am. I’ve had four whole decades of living inside my own head, which — I won’t lie — is quite an exhausting place to be, at times. Here are ten...
The lassitude of lockdown limbo
I don’t know if it’s because the weather’s been so utterly shit recently, or because it’s just been so very, very, LONG since the first rushed scurry to lockdown began at the end of March, but this week has been one of the worst so far for me, mood-wise....