Covid 19, natural scourge or lab created escaper, marching its way across the world leaving death and despair in its wake.
For nearly two years and still continuing to restrict and blight our lives in so many ways.
So many people isolated, lonely and desperate.
With a loving relationship to support me and laptop to hand I found some escape in writing.
These are my lockdown blues created in that period.
In no particular order, just as they tumbled out, mostly during long bouts of insomnia
For me perhaps a period of reassessment.
Perhaps they could be subtitled Insomniacal Ramblings., or 4am Blues
This way also a period of Brexit uncertainty and political chaos, with rumours, social disorder, and despair, all of which is recorded here.
Dedicated to the memory of a Nation once worthy of respect and honour, but now rapidly becoming the laughingstock of the world.