I am not one for self-portraits (sorry, I hate the word selfie and insist on calling a spade a spade!) and don’t have a very high opinion of them, but that is a personal quirk of mine. Indoor confinement aka #lockdown2020 has gotten to the best of us, and in a crisis situation I can
There as a time not too long ago when the socially accepted norm for greeting one another was How are you? How have you been? What’s new? Or perhaps even What are you up to? But for the past three weeks it has flipped 180C to Where are you? How are you coping with Home
As I watch through my kitchen window, leaves chasing each other in ever decreasing circles before being abruptly and unceremoniously dropped on a whim, I contemplate the affinity between this natural phenomena and life itself. This “whirlwind” comes and goes as it pleases interacting briefly with its surroundings, dumping its detritus without fear or favour.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the