Lockdown Diary - Wednesday 3rd March 2021

Up and dressed ahead of first carer visit, chatted with her when she arrived and took my normal daily drugs (prescription, for the avoidance of doubt).

After that, with a brief diversion to post a card, it's work all day, so probably not much to see here. We'll see.

Worked solidly until the evening, with a brief break for lunch/meditation.

Early evening I spent a little time in the pursuit of the impossible, but otherwise it was all about bins and dinner.

For the first time in well over a week we all sat down together to eat and watch another episode of 'Mr. Robot'.  We're in the home straight - the final series - and the big question is, how will it end?  Answers on a postcard, please.

The end, as usual.

Something from an upcoming album from Marianne Faithfull and Warren Ellis (of Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds fame) which will be an album of poetry read against a musical backdrop. This is 'She Walks In Beauty', by Lord Byron, one of my favourite poems.  This track seems to also provide the album with its title, as far as I can tell.


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