OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Just a day of work, with brief glances at the TV screen for glimpses of my favourites and scores from RG. Federer looking good. Great to see Tsonga on court again, too. Williams, fittingly, playing the first match under the new Parisian lights. And then, the Osaka fiasco (badly handled all around – very unfortunate).
My love cooked dinner for us and made a fire tonight. Domestic bliss of the simplest kind. No loadshedding – yet – but the house is getting really cold. I am holding on to my hot water bottle as if it was the last creature stranded with me on a deserted island. And there is lots of tea (without alcohol at this stage, but that’s the next survival step in winter).
I heard a radio interview with Lara Foot today and she made me realise what Level Two means for the theatre. I am very glad that we already have tickets for the Life and Times of Michael K.
I also heard privately that a friend who was about to start a new job at another theatre tested positive for Covid-19 before he could begin. It is all very depressing.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”