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Continue reading →: Pandemic diary 28: The freelance life
I’m not sure a freelancer is ever on holiday but especially not when the economic situation gets shaky and could change overnight. One of the advantages of freelancing over being employed is that you generally have to be more agile when things change. The mindset is already there. Change is…
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Continue reading →: Pandemic diary 27: Travels in my garden
The psychology of telling myself I’m in Wales is working. (Why?) I feel myself winding down the more I pretend and joke about it. So. This morning I went for an hour’s wander along the Vale of Stirchley high Street, which was peaceful as all but three shops were closed.…
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Continue reading →: Pandemic diary 26: On holiday
Well, the first day of our holiday in ‘Wales’, probably Barmouth as that’s where we went at Easter last year, was a classic washout with grey skies, drizzle and rain, and a nip in the air. I barrelled further into the ‘stopping work’ crash and slept long hours and then…
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Continue reading →: Pandemic diary 25: Crash
Next week I’ve got a week off. We’re going on ‘holiday’. Probably to ‘mid-Wales’. Maybe ‘Cornwall’. But ‘the beach’ for sure. Hell, may as well go to ‘Thailand’. Tell me how to relax! I can’t remember! Not sure if it was the situation-without-end, the nearly four months of work without…
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Continue reading →: Pandemic diary 24: Saddest video clip ever
Yesterday Clem lost her mate Bunminster. Today I gave her a soft toy dog because apparently it can help solo bunnies with the grieving process – and here’s what happened: Heart is breaking. On a happier note, Clem has had a lot of fuss and is eating/drinking normally. She is a…
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Continue reading →: Pandemic diary 23: Goodbye Bunminster
“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” Bunminster was a mini lop, aged 8 and a 1/2, a former local football star, followed by thousands on Bunstagram, named after the renowned inventor and scientist Buckminster Fuller, bun-wed three times and partly responsible for his humans…
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Continue reading →: Pandemic diary 22: A good last day for the Dude
Today Bunminster ate honeysuckle and long grass and dandelions and whatever took his fancy from along the grass borders and flowerbeds. There were also some apple treats and spring greens and dried flower mix. But mostly he ate grass voraciously. In fact he ate for much of the day and…
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Continue reading →: Pandemic diary 21: Illegal meeting?
A totally free day, what to do, how to spend it to ease the tensions of the world? I had pre-arranged elevenses with two neighbours who live alone. We each brought a mug of tea or coffee, and stood 3m apart like a triumvirate or as a passing friend said,…
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Continue reading →: Pandemic diary 20: Ten nice things at Easter
There’s a lot going on today. A sibling birthday. Messages from New Zealand family. Allotment digging, spuds planted and seed beds prepared. A problem with one of our rabbits that is not healing up. The UK death toll passing 10,000 and a view that we may become the worst affected…
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Continue reading →: Pandemic diary 19: Going to the supermarket – wish me luck
I wasn’t planning on going to the supermarket for another week or two but my elderly friend (84, with vascular dementia) phoned up for help as he had run out of some foods. It’s very good that he rang and remembered not to go the supermarket. On the downside going…
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