It's Wednesday night and in homes across the catchment children are asked to "keep it down" while one parent finds a hidey hole which pretends to be an office for another COVID19 P&C meeting on time, on track and on budget on Skype The topic is the school fete beset by 1.5 metre problems and … Continue reading P&C Revolution
when the kids are in bed and the dishwasher swishes rhythmically; when the lights in the house are down to two and if we had an analogue wall clock its ticking would be immense; when i've settled down with chocolate and a cup of hot cocoa and i get my computer mouse mixed up with … Continue reading A bit of Friday Night Nonsense
An itinerary is the path of bricks on which we hope to tread we lay our plans in naivety of what might happen instead. Everything is sold on hope - a wish, a solution, a cure - but the future's own itinerary's the only one that's secure.
To watch those peaky mountains in fearsome upward climb day after trending day... such impersonal numbers until you consider the quiet funerals and prolific wreaths - concentric blue rings of arcing grief. Will the ripples one day collide and splinter this facade of unquiet peace?
COVID has spread the annual spring flower festival like seeds across the city. Tulips on street corners guarded by raggedy scarecrows, pansies posing brightly at busy intersections or window boxes brought to rainbow life outside public buildings. There are no rides this year or crafty stalls or fragrant food trucks ** And yet the joy … Continue reading Floriade
we have all watched that expert flick as the doctor levels the serum in the syringe and then holds it at eye-level to the light before carefully adjusting for the perfect airless dose. We have all seen that little squirt (or dribble) of precious liquid that signifies "safe to proceed". But now as COVID sweeps … Continue reading The Irony of =
Mask up and sell a face. The opposition can't knock it off like they do by roadsides... so many horizontal pollies sleeping faces in their red borders. Cover your nose with the unmasked face of your favourite candidate. Let them catch your sneezes and the aerosol threats of all around you. Truly useful highly caring … Continue reading I will protect you…
The minister says "I am a Trump supporter. So are most of my congregation so we are not politically inclined to wear masks." My brain does a manoeuvre not dissimilar to a cockatoo i watched yesterday wobbling on a telephone wire, flipping upside down and swinging by one claw with its head undulating amusingly from … Continue reading Who is going to help?
I have a picture in my head of 3 monkeys; you know the ones. The one with its ears covered, that's the politicians. The one with its eyes covered, that's the general population. The one with its mouth covered, that's the scientists. Decades, they've known about viruses and aerosol spread. Decades. But WHO listened? … Continue reading Speak No Evil
You are awkward, you know, your reticence for days and days and then your suddenly aggressive presence. Even those who barely acknowledge you are sneakily manipulated into hurting their loved ones. It's dirty. A cruel game. And yet, you're the great assimilator moving between cultures and climates, smooth as lies. To threaten that you will … Continue reading To COVID19