63. Monday afternoon.  Lunch at St Pancras.

Back when lunch was allowed. I had an idea of what to write earlier but my mind is blank now.  I'm feeling that I should start to contract, withdraw, and recluse away for the duration.  Home, vegetables, films, painting, writing.  Staying at home, early mornings, cycling, going out at night to photograph and film the … Continue reading 63. Monday afternoon.  Lunch at St Pancras.

101. Thursday afternoon, aching all over.

I haven't written in ages, over a month. A break was necessary. I've not had much to say, or much coherent thought. I've been managing the bookshop for over a month. The books, the shop, the physical aspects are all okay. The multiple departments, people and procedures are mentally exhausting. It has been a challenge, … Continue reading 101. Thursday afternoon, aching all over.