Fiona Cullinan

A few posts back I asked if anyone wanted to do a guest post and one of my oldest friends from back in school days said yes. Since it is a Thursday and Tracey has written about her Thursdays under lockdown and because something related and exciting happened tonight (another…

Usually I have a hot bath before I write these posts and some thought bubbles up about another day in lockdown, something frustrating or funny or mundane or absent or terrifying or prosaic or inspiring. Today, the thing that stands out is the £10 sitting on the chest of drawers…

Never let anyone tell you I can’t write an attention-grabbing blog headline. Now that I’m in my 50s, this is obviously going to be about birds. Birds, what are birds? We just don’t know. [Look Around You – water episode quote. Loved that programme.] So everyone (some people) has been…

“Cut me off…” called the piece of straw at the end of my plait. It’s been 14 months since I last had a haircut as a birthday treat. Three and a half years since I let it grow and stopped dyeing it. It’s probably the longest I’ve ever had it.…

Walk through local park. Encounter friend and his son. Observe careful distancing. Step 2m off path. Man on bike cycles off path straight at and past me, presumably to avoid some other cycling or jogging path-hogger in his way. “TWO METRES!” I shout. “FUCK OFF!” he replies. “YOU FUCK OFF!”…

My cooking has improved since the lockdown thanks to getting in store cupboard staples, like grains and potatoes, rather than the usual pizza and pasta on rotation. And because the freezer sections were cleared out so there has been more fresh food available. Food shortages in the supply chain have…

I’ve been daily blogging the early days of the UK outbreak for 30 days straight. I’ve only ever done this once before when the sabbatical started and I wanted to remember what it was like to stop work after decades of it. Should I keep going with this one? Is…