Still Life

Tilly could have died, but she didn’t. Angie had to grip on to the last part of the sentence, but this seemed harder for her than anyone else, including Tilly.

Humility and Me

I was in the shower (shake that image from your mind, especially if you’re eating) when it occurred to me that, in less than two weeks, I’ll be a proper writer. A proper writer?

Creeping Out of Lockdown

Lockdown is easing. Yay! I wanted this. So why do I feel anxious all the time? It’s not because I’m scared of getting the virus. Been there, done that, got the tinnitus. I’ve also had the first dose of vaccine, so, in terms of contracting covid-19, I’m in a pretty good position (Sorry if that sounds smug. If it helps, I had it quite badly for a month. Do not recommend)

Covid – What it was like for me

I thought my Covid temperature had come back again last night. My head pounded and my skin burned. At its worst, my temperature wasn’t like in films, where the patient lies in bed with a cold cloth on their forehead and sweat soaks through a flannelette nightie. It was more of a burning sensation, mainly... Continue Reading →

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