I have absolutely no idea what is going on in the news. I have not opened my computer today; I have not looked at Twitter or Facebook. Britain could have been invaded by Martians and I would not know. I did my last tutoring session before the Christmas holiday. This is a young girl IContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Seventy-Five.”
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Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Seventy-Four.
I spent the weekend in tears. It was not because of Christmas being cancelled and poor old Blighty being cut off from mainland Europe and all the lorries in Kent. That had not started when the weeping began. It was because of a horse, some dancing humans, a very old captain and a very youngContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Seventy-Four.”
Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Sixty-Nine.
The sun comes out and shines down on Scotland as if it has never been away. My two morning clients cancel, so instead of staring into the Zoom I go down to the field. All the mares are in a trance of profound pleasure as they feel the warmth on their backs for the firstContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Sixty-Nine.”
Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Sixty-Seven.
There’s a strange tension in the air as people don’t know whether to be more unsettled by the pandemic or by Brexit. Brexit got pushed to the back of the room for a while, because the coronavirus was a global threat and leaving Europe felt rather parochial by comparison. We would muddle through, because weContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Sixty-Seven.”
Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Fifty-Nine.
The sound of hollow laughter echoes through my head. The last diary I wrote was all about the war generation and their glorious stoicism. Today, I’m not feeling very stoical at all. I’m fed up. I’m fed up with the pandemic and I’m fed up with the bad news and I’m fed up with everyoneContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Fifty-Nine.”
Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Fifty-Seven.
A friend is mourning his mother, who has died of the coronavirus. He posts a photograph of her in her final days. She looks serene and slightly otherworldly, very beautiful, and with a faint twist of disdain on her lips as if she is saying, ‘This damn virus is not going to defeat me’. ButContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Fifty-Seven.”
Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Forty-Nine.
We are living in a world of tiers. In Scotland, there have been tiers for a bit, but they’ve only just come in in England so that means they are now headline news. Everyone is talking about the tiers. Tiers, apparently, are not your destiny. (I think that’s what the Prime Minister said.) And youContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Forty-Nine.”
Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Twenty-Five.
The Americans are doing something truly wonderful. They are turning out to vote in historic numbers. I watch them in awe, as they go to the polls. A very, very old woman says, in a soft, nostalgic voice, ‘I remember voting for Roosevelt.’ In Philly, the women are turning out in droves. One man inContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Twenty-Five.”
Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Twenty-Two.
Someone said the other day that I should no longer be calling this a Lockdown Diary, because we Britons are not really in lockdown. It’s true that I can do things which I could not do when the stern restrictions kicked in on Lockdown: Mark One. Then, I hardly dared go to the shop exceptContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Twenty-Two.”
Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Eighteen.
I start to think that all that matters is love. I mean all the loves. I mean the big loves. I mean the loves that can change minds and move mountains. I mean those loves that let you know that you are not alone, that it is all worth it, that you can hang onContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Eighteen.”
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