Come the Renaissance
May 20, 2020
3 minutes
I’VE escaped from the Abbey. Am I skipping up the drive back to the house, swinging my guitar case and trilling I Have Confidence in Me? Not so much. Bit more Fidelio, if I’m honest: creeping, wan, unshaven, shielding my eyes from the unfamiliar sun.
Course, all those pictures of that VE Day didn’t help. My End of Lockdown involved no snogging of uniformed Wrens in a sea of joyous humanity. Instead, I tolled the bell one funereal Friday. But I’m fine. I went to
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