The diary of a bemused Boomer
I’m exhausted from watching ‘Zombieland Double Tap’ I’m woken by a South African woman urging me to ‘keep going’ and the sound of panting in my right ear. ‘Don’t stop now.’ Don’t stop? I don’t remember starting anything and I’d much rather go back to sleep. It’s only 8.30am for Heaven’s sake. ‘Noooooh,’ IContinue reading “Why hasn’t Covid turned me into a Yoga freak?”
My Covid oxygen tent is causing a stir If Howard Hughes were alive he’d want to spend Lock Down in my covid oxygen tent. Hughes was a billionaire businessman who had a phobia about germs, which is why he wore tissue boxes instead of shoes and insisted his valet wrapped his hands in paper towelsContinue reading “My Covid oxygen tent is not for sharing”
It’s dawning on me that Mother and I are trapped in a psychodrama neither of us remembers auditioning for. Day by day, our roles as parent and child are reversing. But we’re not sure of our new lines and are actors in the hands of a director who isn’t sure if they are directing aContinue reading “Gwyneth Paltrow helps Mother”