It’s August 2020. It’s hard to believe that we’re moving towards the autumn and winter. The pandemic, the Plague, seems to have been with us forever. And yet, oddly, the time I’ve spent being shielded, and hardly ever being outside the house since I was diagnosed with metastatic prostate cancer in February has passed surprisingly quickly. Maybe that’s because I’m primarily a writer. Nevertheless, and this is another paradox, it’s also been bloody hard having no visitors and being e.g. frightened of deliveries. It would have been a nightmare without the love and support of my partner, Carol, our children and their partners, as well as from my friends via the telephone, emails and WhatsApp. I’m not alone in missing hugs!
I guess I can sum it up as ‘confusing’ times. Not very original I’m afraid, but my 500 word stories are just that – original. I’ve published a growing number in the collection ‘From Behind the Plague Door’. With a fair wind I shall continue to publish one each Sunday for the foreseeable future.
I want to thank my good friend Peter Barton for his patience and knowledge in making this website so good.
I desperately hope that fewer people will die from Covid-19, wherever they may be, recognising that this will only be possible if there is cooperation between nation states instead of competition, particularly in regard of finding a vaccine for one and all.
I also wish that I had greater, or even some, confidence that the Johnson/Cummings ‘government’ have a grip of what needs to be done to protect lives and livelihoods. I’m also not surprised, but angry, that, despite the rhetoric, they continue to favour cronyism, nepotism and peddle lies. Enough!
If we are to make a really new normal, and a better world, then let us let use this maxim as our premise –
“From each according to their abilities, to each according to their needs.”