Five days I'll never get back
Diary: 5-9 October 2020
Five days I'll never get back
Explorations, observations, discoveries
Five days I'll never get back
Includes the never-ending saga of Brexit, a fun day pretending to be an archivist, plus trips to Spain, Bristol and Chichester
And so, my attempt to streamline the contents of the too-small new fridge ended unhappily...
SATURDAY There's an article in The Coversation that considers some of the small acts of ritual and expression during the pandemic that might end up as the folklore of the future. They include things like Clapping for Carers and window displays. I would like to have seen witty shop signage and street art in the … Continue reading Diary: 3 October 2020
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Three days that didn't quite shake the world
Brexit bust-up breaks new ground, but Covid continues to cause chaos
So much has changed in such a short space of time
I got told off again, this time for leaving the teabag in the tea cup
Then someone said “lazy” home-workers should be forced back to their offices
The month started with signs of post-Covid life emerging, and ended with sobering thoughts on what now lies ahead...
They've been told by experts that house cats rarely stray far from home
Masks litter the streets, the beaches and the seas
I laid out tables stuffed with my memorabilia and invited guests to eat cake, drink champagne and browse
Thankfully, Hotel Chocolat on Cannon Street was open to buy some emergency chocolates
One of the huge terrapins was even out on a rock, sunbathing
The three women have fallen into a sort of driving rugby maul
Includes: Gothic horror, a slip-up with the Nuclear Trigger, and a drunken duck on the loose
Discarded face masks and rubber gloves will be neatly preserved as fossils in the geological record