A journey of weekends

A weekend self-isolating 2

I went into the weekend without the ability to taste or smell and come out of it sniffing aromas and guessing what they are. Fun times. Almost as fun as looking out of the window at the builders queuing up to buy their sandwiches. Almost, not quite.

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This me I be

Day I don’t know + 1 of self-isolation — Uncle Oskar

While my migraine has broken and I woke up full of beans (ended up weeding and sweeping out my alleyway), across the country someways, a real proper, decent, caring, loving man I know — having fought so hard against so much — died in intensive care. The kidney failure couldn’t get him, and while the […]

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A journey of weekends

A weekend self-isolating

B O R I N G Thankfully, I have now managed to get into the swing of this covid imprisonment — I’m no longer screaming up the walls. The most ‘can do’ instilling thing to happen this weekend was a call from Myles!! Best call ever! More, please!

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This me I be

Day 6 of self-isolation

Last night, I wrote: Fed-up. A lot going on.  No Myles.  No job.  Ever so slight money worries.  I’m worried for the people I love.  I miss one desperately.  I’ve been missing the point entirely.  Been trying my best and not really succeeding.  Probably not trying hard enough.  Been listening, but not hearing.  See? Nasty […]

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