After a year ruined by Covid, nature can restore my faith in better times
THIS WEEK, THE UK marked a year of living with Covid-19, and I marked it by having a wobble.
I mean, it’s hardly an anniversary to celebrate, is it? One hundred and twenty-six thousand dead. Fear and uncertainty still rife, and the prospect of spending still more months in limbo, home alone.
Back in the day, the four of us went out to Clap For Carers every Thursday, but on Tuesday no-one felt much like standing on our doorstep, ‘reflecting’ on a terrible year and shining a frigging light.
To be frank, we don’t want any more gestures: we just want it all to be over.Continue reading “Hard Times, Soft Fascinations”