Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Twenty-Five.

The Americans are doing something truly wonderful. They are turning out to vote in historic numbers.  I watch them in awe, as they go to the polls. A very, very old woman says, in a soft, nostalgic voice, ‘I remember voting for Roosevelt.’  In Philly, the women are turning out in droves. One man inContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Twenty-Five.”

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 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.”