OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.

— @HaggardHawks

Monday. The to-do list was frightening in the morning, but I got through most of it in one piece. Even managed to put out the bin on time. Had no time, however, to take photographs today (again), but the above announcement says almost everything that needs to be said about the present moment.

We are still having a Karavan Press poetry launch on Wednesday, but have adjusted the format of the event for safety reasons. I have an idea that it will be our last live event for a while.

I look at the official infection numbers and at the way people ignore the simplest safety regulations and I just can’t help but despair.

I am also tired and monstrual and the only thing that keeps me going right now is that, if the stars align in the next three days, on the evening of the 10th, I will be as happy as a little rat with a huge piece of favourite cheese can be. Because there is a huge piece of my favourite cheese waiting for me, but the path to it is still uncertain …

Good night.

Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”

— NICD