The egregious beast that is 2020 has nearly huffed and puffed her way out of our lives forever. I long to see her distant butt cheeks on the horizon next month, as she permanently fades from view. I don’t know if you feel the same, but it’s as though this series of lockdown restrictions and pandemic shenanigans have a subtly corrosive effect on the soul. I’m rusting from within.  As for my personality I’m now Mrs One-note.  

Wake up, make a variety of breakfasts in my imaginary café (named Freudian Sips) sit at my desk for five hours, walk the dog, spend a few more hours with my immediate family (my face your face my face your face), cook, clean, watch tv, binge read, eat biscuits, go to bed, tackle insomnia, wake up, start over. Now the bright spot that was Bake Off has had its finale of to die […]

As the second wave threatens to either engulf us or merely tickle our shins I turn once again to my diaries which will one day constitute Corona-virus folklore!

October 20

All of a sudden Wales stick their hand up for the full English of lockdowns. They are signing on for a ‘six-week Firebreak’ to jam the circuits and prevent hospitals being overwhelmed. Upon hearing the term ‘firebreak’ I thought of all the unique Covid-centric phrases that have entered into common parlance in 2020. Among the many terms I never thought I’d use with casual frequently this year are

 quarantini, zoom-jowls, tier-two restrictions, track and trace, hands face space, fire- break, false positive, negative antibodies, corona corridors, shelf-sweepers, furlough, two-week isolation, Rule of Six, hotel quarantine, long- Covid, cytokine-storm, pandemic fatigue, support-bubble, anosmia, parosmia, R -number, Second Covid, Mink- mutation, excess deaths, work from home, social distancing, essential items, NHS […]