Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Seventy-Five.

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.”

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.”