
The Lockdown Diaries
Five Self Isolate

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 66 & 67: The rose-tinted glasses have kicked in already
Henry asked me yesterday what my favourite thing about lockdown was. Easy, I said, spending more time with you guys. Under no other...

Days 64 & 65: One year older, still making empty promises
I'm a great one for resolutions and fresh starts. Not a new year or birthday can go past without me merrily making a list of all the ways...

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 60: If boredom is the birthplace of genius, we're laughing
The more conscientious fans among you (hi Mum and Dad) will notice my posts have become a little more sporadic of late. I’ve worked...

Day 58: No running, no diving and, er, no actual swimming
If you’ve never sat down and worked out how much your children cost you, may I take this opportunity to caution against it. We did it...

Day 56: Nature doesn't need people, people need nature
As is often the way, after a proper gripe about what a bad day we’d all had, we followed it up with an absolute belter of a lockdown...

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 54: We're majoring in Music, Home Ec & Film Studies
One of the truly brilliant things to come out of the pandemic is the sudden, clunking realisation that the NHS is an absolutely bloody...

Day 53: If this is the new normal, I’m not interested.
[I am going to litter this post with pictures of holidays past, partly for lack of any other relevant images but also because they make...

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 51: Adversity does not build character, it reveals it.
It’s weird when the only people you see outside your immediate family on any given day are largely strangers. We end up hanging a lot of...

Days 49 & 50: Benny Hill, dead mice & a baby on the move
I'm no stranger to solo parenting - Andy's job often takes him abroad for days at a time (including when Henry was 14 days old but I'm...

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...

Day 45: Tell me something I don’t know. No, seriously.
I can’t be the only person craving some non-Covid news. Gone are the days when we had something to talk about in the evenings. When I...

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...

Day 42: Fruity language in a four year old is fine, right?
I’m delighted to report that we have reached the point of lockdown at which the children are turning into small versions of us. This was...
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