Fiona Cullinan

Four years ago today this happened: Disaster means many things. Until today I didn’t realise it is also a beanbag busting open on a windy day and sending thousands of tiny static-charged white balls around your garden where rabbits roam and eat so you have to catch them all. Enjoy…

Facebook is annoying in so many ways but it’s got enough witty/smutty banter with friends and a few useful groups to ensure that I stick with it. And I have to use it for work – so there is no escape. Fake news is rife on the platform, so always…

Everyone’s lockdown experience will be different. This is mine. Welcome to a curtain-twitching, TMI rundown of the weird and mundane minutiae of Wednesday 8 April. Morning 8.30am: Woke up before the alarm, which I have been doing since the sun started shining in through the curtains just before the equinox.…

Lying? Friend: How’s things? X Sorry wrong Fiona again but how are things?? 😘 Me: Super, never better. You? Friend: Tickety Boo 😫 The emoticon really sells it, I think. Say what you mean – or don’t and be facetious, sarcastic or antiphrastic (yes, that is a word!) I’m reminded…

Why am I so disconcerted and suddenly anxious about PM Boris Johnson going into intensive care with coronavirus? Is it because he is the PM? Is it the sense of there really being no safety net for any of us if someone with such wealth and power has to go…

“Do you know anyone with coronavirus?” I’ve been asked that question for the first time this week. Both times I was asked, it was because the person knew someone with Covid-19. So the conversation has changed. The wave is coming closer. At some point most of us will get this…

I realised I’m making daily shit sandwiches out of this situation: a fluffy bunny and reasons to be grateful wrap around thoughts about life under a scary global pandemic. I nearly didn’t write a post today – I am so tired. But then things went quiet, and of course I…

I feel a bit zonked. Today was my first day off in a few weeks and I didn’t know what to do with it. There is still a backlog of ‘stuff’, mostly chores. But they could wait another day. I’ve cut myself off from daily coronavirus news because I know…