Out of Touch

There’s been moments these past few lockdown-y months that I’ve had short episodes of extreme selfpity. To be expected, surely, and probably not a surprise to anyone. We all have these, in our lives, no matter how hard we try to hide and deny them – but I’ve never really believed in avoiding the hard

Wishing for a White Christmas

This year I’m actually looking forward to snowy weather, even though it’s looking like we might not be getting any for December (although I swear I can smell snow in the air right now, even though the weather forecast says it’s not happening).  We’ll see who’s better in predicting the weather, eh? (My bet’s on

Alone – and maybe a little lonely?

The umpteenth rewatch of Burlesque this weekend brought me back around once more to a quote by god-knows-who (it’s been milked so much):‘I may be alone, but I’m not lonely’. And never before has it probably felt more true than in this year of corona-maddened 2020. Because this has suddenly become a harsh reality for