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Days 68-70: Answers on a postcard please

With the latest wishy washy announcement from the newspaper columnist that is in charge of the country, came not excitement and...

Days 61-63: When a change is as good as a rest

There’s nothing quite like a mini break to reset your mood. And this week, amid regrettable circumstances, that was what we all got. On...

Day 55: The predictability of the unpredictable

By about 8.30am yesterday it became very evident that not one of us could be arsed, quite frankly. We all have off days - either Andy or...

Day 52: Introducing Fun Mummy - God help us all

When we went into lockdown we, along with a lot of other parents we know, took a deep breath and told ourselves we just had to get...

Day 48: Man down. I repeat, man down.

I had two cups of tea yesterday. (What an opener.) The first, at 5.45am, was more of a stiffener. Something to help me stay conscious. I...

Day 47: If this is a competition we are all losing

I sometimes worry that I come across as a bit of a self-pitying misery in these posts. While I'm far too exhausted to worry for very...

Day 46: In sickness, health and house arrest

When we went into lockdown I remember acknowledging a fleeting moment of relief that I like my husband. I wonder how many people have...

Days 43 & 44: Musings on my lockdown mementos

It occurred to me over the weekend that we have now spent longer in lockdown than Jesus did in the desert, though to be fair to him we...

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