As we near what is proving to be another quiet, yet highly eventful Christmas, I find myself looking back on the past couple of years. The COVID pandemic has been going on for so long now I find myself wondering what impact it is having on this generation’s child development.
I’m really not a fan of the phrase Freedom Day. It strongly suggests the pandemic is over and we can all go back to living the lives we did in 2019. As anyone with any sense knows, that isn’t really the case at all. For clinically vulnerable children, so-called Freedom Day, will mean something completely
I went off for a cycle ride earlier this week. It was a significant moment (I’ll explain why in a moment) but the route took my past a field of corn with a footpath running straight through the middle of it. Always on the look out for photo opportunities, I wondered if I could get
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,
With today being Easter Sunday, I thought I’d share a seasonal image of a daffodil. I hope you like the bright yellow of the flower and contrasting blue of the sky. I also hope you feel things are looking a bit more hopeful as we take our first steps out of lockdown.
