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

— @HaggardHawks

I miss Rafa. (I was about to write this sentence when a tennis racket got destroyed on centre court at the men’s US Open final; unsurprisingly, it wasn’t Medvedev’s.) Rafa posted the above photo yesterday. I wish him a speedy recovery.

Tonight, there is only one tennis player I am cheering for. At this stage, it looks like he has the chance to write his own tennis history by winning his maiden Grand Slam title. Any other outcome would be deeply disappointing to me.

A quiet Sunday. Morning rain, reading, rugby, some housework, Skype with my family, dinner with my love. I washed my impossibly long hair. I think a visit to the hairdresser can no longer be avoided.

Tomorrow, we move to adjusted level two. I am hoping for more live literary events, theatre and music. I listened to the President’s announcement while driving home. We have enough vaccines to keep everyone as safe as possible. Theoretically, there is no need to face the fourth wave with any apprehension, but I doubt that all those people who believe the vaccine will magnetise them, will suddenly see the light and join the fight against COVID-19 by getting their jabs.

I’ve been typing between points. Medvedev is two sets up. Only one more to go …

Good night.

Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.

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

— NICD