under another sun

Lorraine preoccupied all day with working out the various scenarios of children returning to school. The government has had three months to work this out, but beyond issuing a few dictates that are then withdrawn due to their ineptitude and lack of consultation. Even the dogs in the street could have told you that if you require two meters between each child, for example, you are going to need double the amount of rooms (not to mention the staff to supervise this). Nothing has been thought through. Just one example of Government by this inept band of intellectual Lilliputians. Up early, as Beth had bounced into the kitchen and begun to make pancakes, which I had with bacon and maple syrup. A taste combination that reminds me of Mason, and assorted North American adventures. Lorraine and I went to Marks & Sparks food hall at Patcham, and mooched around together. Some folks simply do not get the idea of social distancing. I was standing in an isle and felt something around my ank...

A decent morning's work, on the new short story, which is still going well I hope. Writing with a bit more flow now. Beth nannying today, back with young Tilly. Turns out she did not have coronavirus, but tonsillitis. Beth also saw a flat today which she and the girlfriend she is hoping to flat share with both liked and have applied for. Other than writing the new story, no news from my pals in Paris. Listening to The Plot Against America by Philip Roth as I took my stroll for an hour and forty mins. There are some frightening resonances with Trump's US. I realised I read another of Roth's books a couple of years ago, called The Anatomy Lesson. Still absolutely loving the short stories of Bruno Schulz -- which  I recommended to Anton today. His writing is extraordinary. Rushed at by dogs yet again today. Two small dogs yapping and growling at me. I am beginning to feel it is personal. I cooked this evening, making a chilli with Lorraine's special Persian rice. ...