I’m so tired I can’t even be bothered to offer you a lengthy description for the week anymore!
Continue reading “Pseudo-isolation, week 14: I can’t even anymore”Pseudo-isolation, week 13: excuse me, I am an apple
This has been a “surviving would be good enough” week, but I HAVE HAD RAMEN AND I HAVE HAD A FLAT WHITE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS and maybe it will keep me going for another week.
Continue reading “Pseudo-isolation, week 13: excuse me, I am an apple”Self isolation, week 12: we get a very special brewing kit, the cast iron pan is brought back from exile, we have a very Valencian Sunday, some shops reopen, and I am also really fed up
This week has become a bit colder and rainy, which I suppose means we’re getting full on into the summer!
Continue reading “Self isolation, week 12: we get a very special brewing kit, the cast iron pan is brought back from exile, we have a very Valencian Sunday, some shops reopen, and I am also really fed up”Self-isolation, week 11: this place is still like a ghost town
This week we’ve ventured outside of our Fitzrovia bubble and checked that
- it’s still pretty much a ghost town elsewhere too
- some things are timidly opening
- this does not apply to parks on Sunday
We’ve also cooked some wonderful things and I’ve discovered that DUKKAH IS THE BEST
Continue reading “Self-isolation, week 11: this place is still like a ghost town”Self-isolation week 2: past existential dread, and into acceptance
Since we still couldn’t find anything fresh locally, I kept exercising my newly developed skills at queueing online and I eventually arranged a delivery of fresh stuff for this Monday in one of the services that doesn’t block me from buying “more than 6 items” from the fruit and vegs section (even if that’s mostly what I eat??).
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