Storm Diary 10 – Business

Storm Diary 10 – Business Sunday 15th March 2020 British. Business as usual. I check to see whether Non-Sick Sprog’s football match is still on. It is. We’re British, so why wouldn’t it be? Does a kids’ footy match count as a petri dish? Probably not. Lots of shouting and running around in the open…

Storm Diary 9 – Cancelled

Saturday 14th March 2020 Cancelled. Forced myself to get up at 8am on a Saturday morning to take Non-Sick Sprog to football training, only to be trapped at the gateway to the F.C. grounds, by a car attempting to reverse back into the road (back into my precious DD (Daredevil Dacia)). This should have been…

Storm Diary 7 – Mountains

Thursday 12th March, 2020 This morning, reticent about a second encounter with the cough-all-over-everyone ladies of Aldi, I braved the alternative, and ventured into Tesco to seek out some Dettol Anti-Bac Spray. No Anti-Bac Spray left! Considered purchasing toilet rolls instead (still available!). But figured that, failing a very long stint of diarrhoea, I would…

Storm Diary 3 – Coping

Sunday 9th March 2020 Earlier this afternoon, Hubby returned from his lad’s walking hol, blustering into the house, making a mad dash for the upstair’s loo and, in the process, undoing the fine job I did on disinfecting the banister. Why? Why use the loo upstairs, when there is a perfectly good one downstairs? And…

Storm Diary 2 – Zealot!

Saturday 8th March, 2020 Sprog 2 woke me up at an unearthly hour (7.30am) to inform me that he felt dizzy and shivery. Self-isolation? Spent rest of the day being a zealot. Washed my hands – lots. Disinfected door handles, taps, switches, banisters, car keys, etc. – lots! Gave Sprog 2 strict instructions to stay…

Storm Diary 1 – Pathetic?

Friday 6th March 2020 Panic buying. The new crime. As I stand in the queue at Sainsbury’s, I fall victim to the scorn of another shopper (a healthy-looking young man!) who’s sharing exchanges with the cashier about the stupid people who are choosing to stock up, in lieu of a Coronavirus lock-in. ‘Pathetic!’ agrees the…

Savvy Poem – Ash Portrait

Inspiration borrowed from ‘The Oval Portrait’, a short story by Edgar Allan Poe. I sit and, whilst sitting here, ripe, if not ready, for the coppicing, the length of the brush offers sparse protection against the swoop of desire.   Later, during the sweeping, I will swipe myself back into the pith of the Ash….

Silly Poem – Nurse My Toe

Inspired by fellow redhead, Fergie, and by Walter de La Mare’s poem, ‘Mistletoe’. Sitting under the mistletoe, I pause a while to nurse my toe. I know I cannot not ease the pain, indeed it drives me quite insane, But if, by chance, I get a frog – it’s just the tip that needs a…

Savvy Poem – No Longer Relevant

Relevant no longer, and no longer relevant, I revel in the moment of a truth accidentally spoken, feeling all the weight of me lifted; lifted up and taken away by the accident of a truth, at last now spoken – my irrelevance having in that moment, at last, become relevant.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool,…

Silly-Savvy Article – A Word For 2020

A word. According to Sheryl , author of The Creative Life, us writing folk should all pick our own unique word to guide us through the coming year. I’m not entirely sure I want to be rushed on through to 2021 at any great speed. It’s one thing knowing that in 2020 I turn fifty! Fifty!…