I’ve missed the opportunity to break a ride with a pint and a bag of crisps, the chance of finding a sticky carpet and indifferent landlord (never was an expensive date;)

Christ’s resurrection to life eternal is for many, a leap of faith too far, most notably the Jews with their harsh but straightforward Old Testament God.

This plague has been like a mini extinction event, a dark line drawn in the layers of history.
But that’s not to say there haven’t been some good bits.

What a strange twelve months it’s been. After a year of Covid I’ve just been notified of my vaccination appointment. Thankfully I don’t know anyone who’s had their ventilator switched off, only to die shortly afterwards under heavy sedation, isolated from loved ones. But many do.

THE SHORTEST DAY by Susan Cooper

The last few months have been extraordinary and life changing for so many of us. I doubt we’ll be going back to how things were, yet as one door closes… there will be opportunities to make a better future.

I guess these might be the latter day equivalent of one of our ancestors blowing ochre onto his hand at the back of the cave.

Max has been back here. For a year, he and Yaz have planned and dreamt of van life and as Lockdown bit they began serious work on converting a refrigerated van into mobile life support. With university disrupted, returning to home comforts and a garage of tools seemed a good option, besides, he and I…