Like most people, my world shrunk during the COVID-19 pandemic. I’ve spent much of the time living in about 10 square kilometres which is why this image is so significant. I took it earlier this week when I paid my first night-time visit to London in 18 months.
The nurse, Doreen, pushed the needle into my arm. I felt the mildest of pin pricks. A colleague of Doreen’s had been attempting to keep me chatting. I guessed this was a good cop / bad cop thing: Doreen was the bad cop administering the vaccine while her colleague kept me talking to distract me,
If you can picture the scene, I’m attempting to shove my kids out the door for some exercise. I do a double take as something about Izzy, my youngest daughter doesn’t quite look right. Then I realise what it is: She’s wearing tracksuit bottoms that are part of her school PE kit.
When my eldest daughter was at primary school, she and her friends were enthusiastic players of stuck in the mud. During a family walk the other day, Helen literally got stuck in the mud and I had to haul her our of it. Getting Helen free was the easy bit: It took a second, tricky