The diary of a bemused Boomer
Ground Zero: I knew something was wrong at about 2am. Normally, I just sleepwalk to the loo for an early morning pee and return to bed hoping my bladder will leave me in peace for another four or five hours. But this morning was different. My limbs were shaking involuntarily like a Mexican Jumping BeanContinue reading “My Covid Curry Diary”
Mother is asleep on her bed, a biscuit clenched in her right hand. Her right hand lies on her heart. She looks like an effigy on a tomb gently holding an important family relic, which she hopes will come with her into the future. ‘Once she’s got hold of a Hob Knob, she won’t letContinue reading “The Reluctant Detectorist”
The woman at the British Airways desk refuses to check me in to the London flight until I can prove I am covid negative. Unfortunately, I’ve lost my covid certificate. I’ve shown her my passport, my ticket, my European locator form and my five-star guest rating on AirBnB. But these count for nothing, sadly. So,Continue reading “Chaos at Catania Airport”