We’re apparently now in a third wave pandemic in the UK but having made a bid for total freedom in recent weeks, it feels as though folks are determined to hold on to the promises of summer. This week I enjoyed a first pub lunch in more than a year (I never thought I’d write that sentence), a second hair cut and a coffee out, indoors! Heady times.Continue reading “This week… Monaco, Muddler’s and A Midsummer Night’s Dream”
The pandemic resurges and the world continues to turn. Whereas essential items in my mum’s handbag were lipstick and a cotton hankie, I now automatically check for hand sanitiser and a mask before leaving my front door. I can’t say it’s exactly second nature as a part of my (emotional) brain still hopes I might wake up and find it’s all been a dreadful nightmare. Whilst society strives to adapt, some days, I’m not actually sure whether I’m acclimatising or in complete denial.Continue reading “This week… adapting, aspiring and acting out”
The first thing I check out, when I check-in to a hotel room, is the bathroom. Not the view, the hairdryer or even the mini-bar. Whether I will be enjoying my stay begins not only by checking out the shower, the fluffy towels and guest robes, but also the layout and design, the lighting and the flooring. I imagine it’s very shallow of me but I simply can’t help myself. This week, I confess, I’m obssessed with the beautiful bathrooms at Nobu! There’s no hope for me, I have bathrom viewing compulsive disorder. Is that even a thing?Read more
This week my mind has been decidedly on food. I grew up eating fruit and vegetables my dad grew in the garden, supplemented by produce shared by the community. One person in the neighbourhood might have an abundance of Victoria plums and another a plentiful supply of rhubarb, and as children we were encouraged to fill our baskets. We gathered nuts and berries from hedgerows, collected windfall apples (while watching out for dozy wasps, drunk on fermented apple juice) and went scrumping for cherries (keeping an eye out for the irate farmer). I cannot recall where that last scavenge took place but in the spirit of making amends, I apologise. What can I say, I was only around seven or eight and the luscious, ruby red, low-hanging cherries were too much of a temptation.Continue reading “This week… adjusting”
I’ve tried meditation, virtual festivals, coffee mornings and yoga. I’ve brushed up my social media skills with online training and travelled to Slovakian green pastures courtesy of Zoom. Most days I feel I’m getting a handle on the world. This week though has been a humdinger. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry any more.
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In the words of Simon Evans, writer and director STAGED BBC1, “If the world is going to end, get on and do it. I’ve had enough of this f**king teasing”. @SimonEvans25Tweet
Another week in life under lockdown. Thankfully the weather has been sunny, and so waking at 5.30am isn’t the daunting daybreak experience of a foggy winter! Is it my imaginaton, or is the dawn chorus noticeably louder now that there’s little or no traffic to drown out the twittering birds?
Last week I was put on furlough for a part time role I have working with the media in the tourism industry. I try not to worry about the further drop in salary and tell myself I’m not alone. It also means, of course, that I have more, ahem… free time. As this is not something in short supply at the moment, I struggle a little this week to keep my mind off the news.Continue reading “This week… under lockdown (four)”