Lockdown Diary: Day Sixty-Two.

At 5.02pm, the Prime Minister started to address the nation. At 5.04pm, Twitter exploded. Even the official Civil Service account went rogue, as if all the Sir Humphreys had finally had enough.  I don’t have any good words for this, and words are my business. I spent yesterday trying so hard to be sensible andContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Sixty-Two.”

Lockdown Diary: Day Sixty-One.

A while ago, I instituted an internet rule. If someone in public life annoyed the hell out of me, I would not mention them by name. If I had to write about the annoyance, in order for my brain not to explode, I would say ‘a political operative’ or ‘a famous television person’. This hasContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Sixty-One.”

Lockdown Diary: Day Sixty.

I think: oh, I haven’t written my lockdown diary for a couple of days. I look. It is eight days. I have absolutely no sense of time any more. Everyone I speak to says, ‘Do you know what day of the week it is?’ None of us knows. I spent most of this morning wonderingContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Sixty.”

Lockdown Diary: Day Fifty-Four.

Someone extremely grown up and discerning on Twitter says that I must read a certain article. (People on Twitter are always saying this. I occasionally do it myself.) The piece is brave and haunting, or something. The grown up man is so besotted with it that he has read it twice. I gallop on over,Continue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Fifty-Four.”

Lockdown Diary: Day Fifty-Three.

I do quite a lot of work with writers. When I first set up this teaching and mentoring service, I thought we’d mostly be talking about technical stuff. I started as a writing coach because a friend who wanted to write rang me up and asked me a whole boatload of questions. I answered themContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Fifty-Three.”

Lockdown Diary: Day Thirty-Seven.

I didn’t want to be the political person. I didn’t want to be the one who was jumping up and down and setting her hair on fire. I didn’t want to be judging and pointing fingers and carping from the sidelines. I was going to be the person who put up nice horse pictures andContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Thirty-Seven.”

Lockdown Diary: Day Thirty-Two.

Yesterday I wrote about missing human contact. Today, the universe woke up, stretched itself, and decided to send me a present.  I took the red mare out for a gentle walk in hand. After about twenty minutes, we spotted a gentleman walking his extremely handsome Labrador. As we came within earshot, I said something aboutContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Thirty-Two.”

Lockdown Diary: Day Twenty-Five.

It is 6.33pm and I am so tired that I don’t know what my name is and I have forgotten the rudiments of written English. So this is not exactly going to be Scott Fitzgerald putting on the Ritz.  But, true to my new One Thing theory, I had one thing of such ravishingly lovelinessContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Twenty-Five.”

Lockdown Diary: Day Twenty-Four.

I’ve suddenly realised a slightly weird thing. Every day, before I sit down to write this, I check on Twitter first. I look at what is trending, in case some terrible disaster has happened or some unfathomable tragedy has struck. I am conscious of the jarring note. I don’t want to be writing about someContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Twenty-Four.”

Lockdown Diary: Day Twenty-Two.

I missed yesterday’s diary, because a Thing happened. The Thing needs a capital letter because it was big, and it send me spiralling down the rabbit hole. The Thing induced rage, and helplessness, and a sort of defensive crouch of paralysis. I was stuck in place, and I couldn’t even write something for you.  I’mContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Twenty-Two.”