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Hair.

I had a lovely hair cut and colour the other day. The first one in a long time too.

I wore my mask and enjoyed it being styled and cut.

Then I went home and popped it back in a bun.

That’s better.

Lateral flow before breakfast.

Millie and her classmates are testing for Covid 19 twice a week before school. They do it themselves. For the record I have tried a test to gain some empathy for this process.

There will be sneezing and retching.

Do not touch the fuzzy bit of the swab.

Do not let the dog touch the fuzzy bit of the swab.

Do not let the dog touch the test.

No silica gel is not the liquid.

Did I mention do not touch the fuzzy bit of the swab?

Enjoy your day at school.

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.

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.



Small world.

Three more weeks lockdown.

Snow business.

Stop everything. It’s snowed!

Just hearing the silence and knowing that there’s a snowfall on the roads and not just because it’s lockdown.

Magic.

There’s children screaming all around my area from tea tray sledge rides on an icy road and snow down the backs of their necks. They’re all off their screens and legging it down to the park to enjoy the light dusting from the skies.

And yes, my son is in shorts and wellies. I care not, he’s outside and he’s laughing.

Yellow snow, gritty snow, icy snow, roll in it and look up at grey gentle skies dusting us with frozen kisses.

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