I Wish Someone would ask me

Sometimes I wish somebody would ask me…

What does it feel like to be me? How do I manage to get out of bed in the morning; how do I find a good enough reason to bother? How do I keep doing it day after day, when sometimes it feels like there is nothing stretching out ahead of me in my life but a succession of further losses and then death?

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Life under Spanish Lockdown

100 days from March to June 2020

It begins very fast, over only about two days. One day I’m standing in Pepe’s hair salon, talking about it and the next day shops are shut and official instructions are being issued about the restrictions. My life is suddenly reduced to my flat and the short walk to the supermarket, five minutes away.

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