Relic Station commute, cloudy breath – warm coat. I slip my hand into my pocket and find, not hankies and the change I keep for shop doorway residents, but a mask. Paper cotton, ear loops and that unforgettable yeasty breath smell. I’d put those birdsong bright days of fear and wide empty roads away. They’d […]
Thoughts on the end of home learning (fingers crossed)
Back to school – real, actual, muddy knees, bell going school – next week. I have never been keener for a Monday morning scurry. And neither has Boy Three. At first it was interesting to peep into the classroom through the Zoom window and my theoretical admiration for teachers now has more evidence than any […]
Distractions on the way to the end of the tunnel
It’s weird. The past 12 months have seen so many frightening and monumental things – firsts, lasts, and who’d have thoughts – yet, now, less than a week from what I hope to be a finishing line and I’m scared. Our new house is nearly finished and (everything crossed) there are no more obstacles, delays […]
