After

It might seem that there has been a gap. Also, it might seem that I no longer care. Either of these things is a true as any religion, that is, a truth about which I cannot comment. Anyway, here I am.

This was a home that I had never intended to revisit. Back when it was home – a time which now reflects a greater depth of past than a look ahead can of hopeful future – I had admired and feared it in equal measure. A place of darkness and of sanctuary, of suspicion and of happiness. A place whose presence changed with the seasons.

But isnt that the case everywhere? You can test it. The grim northern market town takes on the appearance of a continental paradise on a warm summer’s day. Try the same place in the rain, or fog, or sat alone as those around celebrate Christmas… Well, you get the picture.

After the spell

There’s only one day to go, so I guess I got away with it again. Good. Strike that one up to good fortune and a great team.

In other news, I received the best and most perfect wrap present.

The country is going into full lockdown again, because the infection rate is up.

In years to come, scholars may examine these snippety musings to see if they can distill any sense about what was going on, from the mind of an uncommon commoner.

For the avoidance of doubt, this will be a waste of a research grant.

We took a walk and saw the normals in the field. They stood together, ignoring the limit on numbers and of space. Jostling. Pressing. Trying to ensure that they all could enjoy the same breath. Singing. They probably licked each others faces.

It remains unsurprising that the pandemic is so problematic when the opportunity for considerate thought is ignored in such a way.

On the plus side, we did manage to sledge.

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