Author’s note: this really is not my best piece of writing, and I was late to it so it’s after midnight now, and not even Day Twelve any more. But I promised myself that I would try and give you something every day, however paltry, so here it is – I worked all day, becauseContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Twelve.”
Author Archives: Tania Kindersley
Lockdown Diary: Day Eleven.
Today, I cried for a horse. It seems absurd to weep for an animal when people are suffering and dying. He’s not even my own horse. He belongs to a dear friend, but I’ve known him for a long time and I’ve spent many hours in his charming company and I’ve seen him work withContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Eleven.”
Lockdown Diary: Day Ten.
I’ve just been out to see if I could hear the clapping for the NHS and the carers and the key workers, and my fingers are so frozen I can hardly type. But I’m going to try and write something, because I want to remember this always. I live a little way from the village,Continue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Ten.”
Writing Post: Sentences
Sentences for Beginners. I am slightly obsessed with sentences. I write about them all the time. I see so many writers embarking on great projects when they haven’t quite got the hang of a good, clean, honest sentence. I see dangling modifiers and tangles of sub-clauses and an utter disregard for clarity. (Astonishingly, I seeContinue reading “Writing Post: Sentences”
Lockdown Diary: Day Nine.
The sun shines. I wake from no bad dreams. I have hope again. Then I see something terrible on the news. I press the emergency button on my telephone. (This is in fact the number of my friend on a sheep farm in Wales.) ‘Have you got a moment?’ I yell. I always yell whenContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Nine.”
Lockdown Diary: Day Eight.
Today, I avoided the news. I always feel this is some kind of dereliction of duty – as a responsible citizen, one should keep up with world events – but I think it may turn out to be a vital part of lockdown sanity protocol. Perhaps one day or two days a week where oneContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Eight.”
Lockdown Diary: Day Seven.
Today was the day I went into the wall. Felt physically weak and emotionally drained. The Blitz spirit voice in me says this is a shocking dereliction of duty. But I’m getting anecdotal reports from friends and friends of friends that they are having a bit of exhaustion and a bit of a weep andContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Seven.”
Lockdown Diary: Day Six.
In the world, blithe and brilliant Sicilian twins are playing a Coldplay song on their violins. They are so funny and happy and talented and comical that I think their video should be sent to every household as a cheering up exercise. Somewhere else in the world, the musicians of the Rotterdam Philharmonic are playingContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Six.”
Lockdown Diary: Day Five.
The silence is really deepening now. In my quiet room in Scotland, it feels as if the entire world has stopped. The fact that it’s a Saturday really brings this home. This is usually my day of play after a long week. I ride the horses with my posse of young horsewomen and then IContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Five.”
Lockdown Diary: Day Four.
Author’s note: this is stupidly long, so you might like to get a nice cup of tea. It also contains a very shaggy horse story. I’m sorry about that. So much is happening now that every day feels like ten days. Every moment there is a new announcement or a new bit of breaking newsContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Four.”
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