I hear them talk about Christmas on TV, but it seems like one of those ill-timed Christmas Special re-runs that you watch accidentally during the summer holidays. A few days ago I talked to my sister on the phone and … Continue reading Is it really Christmas?
I was an American child of the 80s. Every Friday when we came in from afternoon recess there was a copy of the Scholastic Weekly Reader on our desk. More than anything, I cared about the book list which was … Continue reading My pretty prison
I went to the dentist to get my teeth cleaned. I was afraid to walk into the building but my PGTips habit was visible even over Zoom calls. There are only 30 cases of Omicron identified in the UK but one of them is in Spelthorne which is where my dentist Nick has his offices. So I double masked and I cleaned my hands and tried unsuccessfully to hold my breath. The hygienist was in full PPE but my heart beat faster and I could feel muscle pull away when she told me about her recent family trip to Portugal … Continue reading PGTips and the power of human touch
Covid impacts everyone, one way or the other: lost smell, lost business, lost freedom, lost life. For me it’s lost time. Continue reading View from my window