Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Fifty-Seven.

A friend is mourning his mother, who has died of the coronavirus. He posts a photograph of her in her final days. She looks serene and slightly otherworldly, very beautiful, and with a faint twist of disdain on her lips as if she is saying, ‘This damn virus is not going to defeat me’.  ButContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Fifty-Seven.”