Dear Yuri,
When I left England to visit New Zealand, I never once, for a moment, thought that I would be here 6 weeks later.
When Lockdown first happened, I howled at the moon and cursed the fact that I had no time to get back to my little cottage in the Cotswolds, to my son and daughter, to tend my garden or listen to the blackbirds sing at dawn, or stroke my little cat.
I was frustrated at the thought of all the chores I could be doing, the paintings I’d be creating, the veg patch I’d be tending….
Now, I realise, none of those things would be happening, I would be feeling guilty, berating myself for not accomplishing the list I would have created.
I now sit here, looking at the upside down crescent moon, thinking that I wished Jacinda was our prime minister, (what an amazing woman, ) trying to start a partition to get all NHS workers free of student debt and just feeing thankful that my children and loved ones are still safe, in such an unsafe climate.