Bursting out of the chrysalis

As I write, I’m thinking of all my darling Sydney and Melbourne friends confined in lockdown. And winter lockdown to boot, a double dose of grimlingness.

I see their posts on Facebook, struggling with homeschooling, creating cocktail ‘zones’ in their homes to make it feel like they’re going out, and trying to get more excited about online fashion shopping than they really feel.

I’m sending big elbow hugs.

Me? I’m going to a party. A full-on, lots of people, overexcited, spitty close-up chatting, disco dancing, let-it-all-hang-out rave up.

The difference is that I’m in the UK, where we’ve done a long hard haul with three tough lockdowns and a disgraceful number of deaths but have finally been released