I am too old to be part of the snowflake generation – I do not like this reference to the fragility of young people anyway for the ‘youth’ that I work with are no bunch of ‘melts’ – despite this, I come to discover during this week that I am a total snowflake in the…
Chumocracy
Another week gifts me with another neologism to play with. Thanks to Boris I now have the shiny word ‘chumocracy’ as an early Christmas present – the word sounds cuddly and warm to me, but when I look it up, I find it is not: ‘(noun) government characterised by the appointment of friends to public…
Lockdown the Sequel
Back in August – admittedly from the comfort of my sun lounger – whenever there was postulation about a second lockdown before Christmas, I blithely thought, ‘well, we have got this; we navigated through the first one, did we not?’ I realise I must have been looking back at the first lockdown through a sour…
Bubbling up
After a quiet start, this week became manic. I think that Boris may have known what he was talking about last Saturday – although I chose to hear his message as, ‘have a mini break you gorgeous lady, you deserve it’ (I ignored that deck of misleading and anabolic PowerPoint slides appearing by his side)….
Legend
I think the excitement about schools reopening and some unseasonal September weather may have weakened my resolve. Yesterday I found myself running twelve times around Bristol Downs after succumbing to Bristol Military Fit’s latest member challenge. I clearly need to work on my ability to say no and my ability to walk away without worrying…
A doddery week
I was heartened listening to a 20 year old on Radio 4 this week as I fretted my way up an increasingly busy motorway, concerned that I might not get to work on time (remember those days?) and heartily fed up that all my friends seem to have managed to book hair appointments. When…
P’s and Q’s
Who knows what phase of lockdown easing we are in right now – bubble-speak makes for confusion. I like clear rules (I hear you, Monica), but there is a fuzziness about this current phase that makes me worry that I am stepping over lines I can not see. From what I hear, I am not the…
Bear hugs
I think I have mentioned already that I have been keeping a jar of coloured notes during lockdown, all stating people, things or experiences that I have been missing most. My aim – when I am legitimately able to empty the jar – is to remind myself not to take ‘things’ for granted again. Well,…
The mother biscuit
One of the most difficult things about lockdown has not being able to visit my 93 year old mother. She is 94 next week and, because I am now allowed to officially sit in her back garden or at the opposite end of a shared park bench, I will use my virtual ‘half term’ to…
The Dragonfly Jar 