8 Short posts about lockdown

I sat for several minutes looking at the blank space at the end of the title. I don't know what to call this. It's not really a lockdown. My wife just went out for a bike ride. I went for a walk in the wind yesterday. Some of my colleagues have been to work. But … Continue reading 8 Short posts about lockdown

My fourteen days of mild discomfort

Today, Saturday, I woke up for the first time in 15 days without a sore throat, a feeling that there was some obstruction down there, making it difficult to swallow. I felt rough on the first weekend, and ran through an NHS questionnaire thing. One of the questions was, Are you drooling? And what if … Continue reading My fourteen days of mild discomfort

In which the tax office in Luton gains a reluctant clerical assistant who looks a bit German

The sojourn in Kent ended come September, and I drifted North by turns. Spent a couple or three weeks staying with my other sister, just off the Old Kent Road. Can’t remember if I signed on at that time, but it wasn’t long before I was staying, briefly, at sister #3’s house, in Watford, house … Continue reading In which the tax office in Luton gains a reluctant clerical assistant who looks a bit German

Pen palpitations

I was forced into my first correspondence with a pen pal. My mother had a cousin in New Zealand, and this cousin had a daughter who was about my age. I think that makes her a second cousin, but I have never understood that stuff. I think my first, peevish, letter might have included the … Continue reading Pen palpitations

Mono

The crisis was a slow train coming, which was also the title of Bob Dylan’s first gospel album, released in 1979. I’d sat in the Big Freezer at Bejam discussing said album with Martin Stiby, who – more open-minded than I – had bought and enjoyed the album. I’d (much) later buy it too, and … Continue reading Mono