64.  Tuesday.  Let’s see if I make more sense today.

I’m at home today, I’ve just done domestic things this morning, things I should do more often, but they are always there for me later, another day.  I’m beginning to realise how it must feel to be a housewife with no responsibilities other than a home to keep, as sitcoms used to portray.  June Whitfield … Continue reading 64.  Tuesday.  Let’s see if I make more sense today.

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.