Evidence that Fran could be the Pepys of her generation
Here are my sensible shoes.
And yet, if it had been this time last year, when I was working outside the home as a teacher, those shoes would not have seemed such strangers at all.
I am guessing that the sensible shoes of nurses, doctors, supermarket workers, social workers, and anyone else keeping the country going, are very far from strangers to their owners' feet. In fact, rather than strangers, they are no doubt constant companions, the kind which stalk you and follow you around and refuse to be separated.
I am grateful to all those wearing sensible shoes. Let that be said.
This is a picture of some pages in my diary for next year.
It's my daughter's wedding weekend. 22 May 2021. But this was meant to happen this year, not next year. It's been postponed, along with a thousand other events that mattered to people. But there'll be no less joy, even if we have to wait for it. There's going to be paella, and jazz, and family.
This picture I have captioned 'All of our hair by this May'.
Over the last few days, I've heard several programmes on Radio 4 discussing the issue of 'What do we do about haircuts?' Some hairdressers are making the most of the opportunity and live-tweeting or Youtubing DIY haircut tips.
I'm going nowhere near this. I get very confused when looking in mirrors as to which is left and which is right and will likely stab myself in the eye. That's not a good look, whether your hair is well-groomed or not.
This picture shows you my daily walk.
I lied when I said 'daily'. Every other day, on average, I tell myself that typing very very fast, running towards the fridge, or bending over to pick up a bar of chocolate I've dropped are NOT a substitute for real exercise. I plug in my headphones, select something to listen to on my phone, and set out for this field, five minutes away from our house. I listen to something on Radio 4. If it's a programme about the importance of a daily walk, I switch over.
At the beginning of 'lockdown' I was busy checking the proofs of my forthcoming book 'Miss, What Does Incomprehensible Mean? It seemed strange, because, even as I was checking them, I wondered whether the book would be released when expected (21 May).
As it is, any physical book launch parties or book signings are out of the question. IN of the question, however, are Twitter launches, or Facebook live launches, or me standing in the middle of our street, shouting, 'Buy it or else!'