Journal
Day 25 With the Funeral Director
This is the day that I went to make the arrangements for Brian's funeral.Funerals involve admin, and things don't ever sort themselves out. The task of sorting out the details of Brian's funeral has fallen to me because I am here. Incidentally, when did we stop using...
Days 9-19 Phone frenzy
So this travelogue has taken an unexpected turn with the death of Brian, my father-in-law and the continuing illness of his wife.This is going to be a decidedly quick and sketchy entry. The details are personal, really, and only of interest to people who knew, know,...
Postcard #18 Peak District
Shortly after Sheffield comes the Peak District. Another pretty part of the world. Quite hilly though. It's just as well that I'm used to the hills in Hong Kong.Ah, the Peak District. Climbing, fresh air, greenery, big skies. Lovely. (Add a gratuitous stereotype as a...
Day 9 – bouleversement
The day started with parkrun and ended in sadness and frustration.I've been conflicted about whether to write about this at all. It's the story of other people and belongs to them, so I must tread very carefully, tiptoeing around. It started with my first parkrun of...
Postcard #17 Sheffield
Almost as an afterthought, I arrived in Sheffield on Saturday during my first parkrun of the decade. For reasons that will become apparent, there has been a delay posting this one. I arrived in Sheffield last Saturday morning, delighted with the interesting new local...
Day 6 – a trip to town
In which I venture into town.So far, I am loving being at home. It's really difficult to explain to people who don't feel such a strong pull but just pottering about, going for a run, hell, even booking a service visit for a disobedient steam oven, these things all...
Day 3 – A merry dance with a priority postbox
"It's part of the whole approach, isn't it? I don't just mean this. I mean the whole of Covid." The Royal Mail Customer Support Officer looked at me with anguish and confusion that matched my own high level of anxiety. Today is my 3rd day here but classified as Day 2,...
Day 2 – Home at last
Aaaand relaxI am sitting in my kitchen singing along with my favourite gentle jazzy tracks, sipping a 2016 Valpolicella as my ragu slowly simmers. Goodness, how long have I been waiting for this? Alone, but that's OK for an INFJ only child like me. Home is, after all,...