As we continue to find ourselves in the middle of a global pandemic, the Prime Minister is taken into intensive care, fears of the country going into total lockdown with even our daily hour of exercise removed. I find myself become more and more reflective. Time has become elastic and hours stretch into days.
My family confined to our small semi detached two bedroomed house, feeling cramped, cooped up, confined. Yet we live in luxury compared to thousands corralled into high rise flats in the cities across the world. I am not far from greenery and find myself thankful for living in this beautiful town. This isolation from my colleagues and those I know is becoming my normal. Although a part of me feels the frustration of being told I cannot go to certain places, I am finding myself resolved to the fact that this way of living is here for the foreseeable future.
I have to punctuate these bleeding days with moments of action, or joy, whether it be the thrill of the first shoots rising up from the bareley prepared soil on my allotment or the joy of watching my daughter pull a cloth from under a bottle, magician style, or racing round a new running track nearby with her on a wiggle skooter.
There is joy to be found in a card from a manager, or calling a friend on his birthday, decorating the garden birch tree in time for Easter.
The world has changed and the death toll rises, so it is so important to find ways of standing together, like playing noughts and crosses with the postie on the front door.
I am torn between the amazing stories of NHS staff who are risking their lives and the tragic losses of individuals reported on the news.
This is not the world I was born into, nor the world I want for my daughter and it imperative that we all find our way to make it a little bit easier for someone else by a kind gesture, a caring word or a compliment and a thank you for a job well done.
Everything I value in arts, theatre, cinema and television is slowly changing and morphing into something that is different and art is becoming more important than production values and that is both wonderful and sad. Comedy is becoming difficult to deliver, humour without an appreciative ear, the synchronous laughter that infects, imbibes and inspires more from the comedian is now stale in this new asynchronous state.
I am aware that the the world will need much time to recover from this process and pray we have the time and patience to continue to stand together long after it has passed.