Back in the heady days of pre-lockdown (remember them?) a friend and her son had asked us to join them for dinner. I politely declined and suggested they visit us instead. You see, I like to compare myself to the supermodels of the 90s who wouldn’t get out of bed for less than £10K. I don’t do evenings. My reluctance to go out in the evening is unrelated to any financial incentive or indeed my appearance, I simply can’t do …
This is my kickback at the numerous self-important posts on twitter, full of pap, endlessly telling everyone how to work from home, how to structure your day, how to set a timetable for home schooling. Well my online friends, if that’s your shtick look away now. I am particularly well qualified in this area as I’ve been mostly housebound with disability for 5 years. All this has been courtesy of a bite from a tiny tick, the size of a …
Previously unknown terms such as social-distancing and self-isolation are now a painful reality for us all. In order to stop the spread of this disease we have been asked to stay away from all other humans outside our family units; the human touch has become dangerous. My friends aren’t coping well with the ‘new normal.’ My phone is laden with messages. People are freaking out, not just because of co-vid 19, but because they’re alone. They’re used to the presence …
