Broken phone screens
That is five hours of my life that I will never get back, I sigh. What an inconvenience it has been and all because I dropped my phone on one Continue Reading →
Tag: London
Titian and National Gallery
It was akin to foraying into the unknown. My first trip to the city after almost four to five months. I wasn’t even sure if the underground was back to Continue Reading →
A minute’s silence and Covid-19
I wake up before my alarm goes off. I keep doing this on the days I’m due to go in for work. It looks gloomy and grey outside and is Continue Reading →
More Covid diaries
“It looks like your drip has tissued”, Molly tells me. I am scrubbed and ready to site my spinal block for the fourth Caesarean section of the day. She was Continue Reading →
Clap for our Carers
It is the third week since this ritual started. The first time, I looked on gingerly through my windows. The second week I didn’t know it was going to happen. Continue Reading →
Hope in the time of COVID-19
The sound of fireworks and distant banging noises make me reach for my phone to check the time. It is exactly 8pm and for the second Thursday in a row Continue Reading →
Covid-19 Diary: week 3
The clocks have gone forward, the sun is out, the daffodils are withering and the cherry blossoms are shedding their confetti. Spring is officially here, the air cool and we Continue Reading →
My Covid-19 diary- second week
My normal daily routine has gone out the window and I am lacking the motivation to even get out of bed these days. I need to get back into gear Continue Reading →
Mothering Sunday
It is Mothering Sunday and yet for the first time in a very long time I am not on childminding duties. Both the kids had a fever over the last Continue Reading →
My Covid-19 diary: Week 1
The ITU sister walks past. A blank stare covers her weary face. She is going home after a night shift. I’ve known her for over thirty years. We took our Continue Reading →
