Lockdown Diary: Day One Hundred and Twenty-Seven.

On Sunday morning, not long after six o’clock, my stepfather died. He had, as Dylan Thomas recommended, raged against the dying of the light. He fought hard but, in the end, he went gentle into that good night. His son and daughter were with him and they were the ones who called to tell me.Continue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day One Hundred and Twenty-Seven.”

Lockdown Diary: Day Ninety-Nine.

I haven’t written this diary for a hundred years and the critical voices in my head tell me that I should apologise to you for that, but I know perfectly well that you are grown-ups and you are doing life too and you understand how this works. I’m sitting in my room and Darwin theContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Ninety-Nine.”