Read After Covid…34

Out of sync, but so is life…

Read After Burnout

Paralysis comes with dreams. It arrives at the moment when sudden movement is required and needs the reptilian brain to inform it of danger. Being in hospital during those days was like going to a safaris park, getting out of your car and taunting the lions. It should have been easy to climb back into the safety of the driver’s seat, put on the belt, and switch the ignition before pulling away as the muffled screams of others begin to puncture the your sense of safety. I had been delivered to a ward on which the only screams were mine as the jarring of my broken bones rubbed salt into my still fresh wounds. With nothing better to spend my time on, other than the quick-fire response of pain receptors, I listened to the sounds of the ward. If the lions came for me, I would be a static feast.

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Read After Covid…34

Paralysis comes with dreams. It arrives at the moment when sudden movement is required and needs the reptilian brain to inform it of danger. Being in hospital during those days was like going to a safaris park, getting out of your car and taunting the lions. It should have been easy to climb back into... Continue Reading →

Read After Covid…33

Out of the Woods Before the virus came the winds. They were big buffeting ones that threatened all in their paths. To walk out was to enter the challenge, to be tested. Cars faired no better with their metallic assumptions blown from one side to the other. The floods came before the winds and they... Continue Reading →

Read After Covid…32

We have reached that unsettling point in the plague where those things we held up as lights against the darkness have started to flicker and threaten to swallow their own flames. The old Egyptians allowed their Pharaoh to rule absolutely and without any fear of censure. When faced with an invisible deity that came from... Continue Reading →

Read After Covid…31

Saturday used to be my favourite day. It was a day of staying in bed until the very last, of drinking lots of tea, having conversations about the news, and indulging in property-porn. For the uninitiated, P-P is looking at foreign properties in France or Spain. By looking at properties for sale, we were there,... Continue Reading →

Read After Covid…30

The big three-oh! So reaching this means that we are still in the grip of the virus; IT as I call IT. And still the madness squirms around the world like a bar of soap that is too slippy to hold. In retrospect, believe that I am a little free with my similies as that... Continue Reading →

Read After Covid…29

And Thursday is here once again. This day had never meant much in the older world, but now it offers the chance to go forth and mingle, from afar, with your neighbours. People have been coming to their gates to wave at others and to share those very British 'how are you?' coversation openers. If... Continue Reading →

Read After Covid…28

The dreams were at me again last night, carrion around roadkill. Most of the dreams just pass on by, like the one I had about the inflatable two-seater aeroplane that came down much too low on the housing estate where I was born and sort of cushioned into some of the hedgerows of a neighbour's... Continue Reading →

Read After Covid…27

Last night the dreams came. I had been sleeping deeply for the weeks previous but then they started to creep in, slipping through the small fissures in night's oblivion. I don't always remember them in the detail that I would want - mainly it's just an imprint, a nagging feeling of something that may have... Continue Reading →

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