
Earlier this month I posted about masks and started a project.
Today is my birthday.
It’s pretty strange spending your birthday is lockdown. We had plans to go away (sticking to the UK, no international travel) but obviously that couldn’t go ahead. Instead, I wore a new sequin suit, we ordered takeaway and we watched The West Wing.
Here we go again, another lockdown.
It’s the right thing to do, I don’t doubt that and I think it’s important to keep in mind why we’re doing it. But I feel so exhausted with the emotional whiplash of it all.