Events seem to be accelerating at lightning speed. It seems a hundred years ago that the Queen came on to the television and spoke her graceful and reassuring words, yet it was only twenty-four hours ago. It’s as if the space-time continuum has become warped. I was thinking of all this and feeling rather overwhelmedContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Fourteen.”
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Lockdown Diary: Day Thirteen.
In the very early days of lockdown, I saw a rather melancholy mother tweet that her young daughter was not going to be able to have much of a birthday party. Twitter showed its magnificent side and rose as one, sending hundreds of lovely birthday messages and pictures. I sent a picture of the redContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Thirteen.”
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.”
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 Three.
It’s a low, white day in Scotland. The sky is obscured by an unbroken layer of cloud and there is no wind. The strange silence continues, as if the world is holding its breath. I take the red mare out for an old lady ride. We are going at an absurdly gentle pace, even forContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Three.”
Lockdown Diary: Day Two.
I wake in the night, shocked and breathless, from a dream of monstrously misshapen horses. It is 3am, the time that F. Scott Fitzgerald described as the dark night of the soul. For a moment, I am convinced that I have this virus, and that I’m going to die. I panic about who is goingContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two.”
Tania Kindersley 