Monthly Archives: February 2021

The speed of sound.

Frannie is a year old now and in the middle of being a beautiful terror in our lives.

But when she runs, she flies. If she had wings, I don’t think we’d see her again. Once this lockdown is over, we are going to walk for miles on long sandy beaches. Until then it’s apologies to the *seagulls in the park.

*No seagulls were harmed. She just enjoys the chase, if it was a crisp packet it would be equally fun.

Milk is back on the menu.

Stepping outside in a sideways ice blast to get those milk bottles is as far as I’m reaching today.

Dog print pyjamas, bobble hat and complete the outfit with some fluffy socks. A passer-by scurries on past either oblivious or terrified at the sweary mess of a women trying to keep her glasses on and picking up milk bottles with hair writhing in the cold wind like the wicked witch of the morning.

Where is my coffee?

An ordinary day.

The wind is bitingly cold today. Straight from the North Pole and very bitter it is. Flurries of snow in my face and my hair.
A boot full of food to last the next week, no end to the lockdown as yet but we all are holding our breath and hoping.

The house we live in was built around 150 years ago by miners and their families working in the area. That means that at one point. there were families in these very houses, going through the last pandemic of 1918 when a flu virus ravaged through the world and took out indiscriminately, from our communities.

Also a place of birth, I know Gruff wasn’t the only baby born in this house, there have been many births too. He arrived on a mid Tuesday morning cheered on by a small handful of midwives (and a few neighbours stood outside listening to my swearing).

I have dreamt of death a lot in the last year, of about people I have lost, often I have conversations in these dreams with these people and they are angry at me. I’ve got no idea why, (for probably talking too much?) In real life I have no idea what I would say as I would really rather dream about dogs or food or a nice day on a warm beach getting sunburnt.

They say death is an end, but also a beginning, and of better times ahead. I’m clinging on to that thought a little to much right now.

Cat walk

I see where this is going and I am powerless to stop it, my jumbled corpse and broken bones while being lovingly purred at.

Pandemic didn’t cause a washing shortage that’s for sure. I’ve lost the will to live pairing socks and everyone’s got each others and is having fun negotiating them back. Don’t say I don’t make it fun.

Boldly going nowhere.

Covid infections are on the decline again, the roller coaster once more is slowing down.

There’s talk of the children being phased back into school throughout the next month.

My children are drained, they are bright, articulate individuals but they are deprived of their friends, the contact, the interactions, the conflicts.

They long for a nice day, without rain with some warmth and sand in their toes, not litter, discarded masks and gloves.



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