Wednesday 27th May 2020, 1.05pm (day 3,198)
Even under conditions of normality I was due an unexciting week at home, whatever the weather. It’s Marking Season.
But a day spent sat in an attic, on a rocking chair covered in a white shawl, while the sun beats down outside? Bugger me. Didn’t middle age come on fast.
Being 42 