When I was scouting out the new tour Mayfair and Belgravia Walking Tour last week, I visited the The Grenadier Pubwhich I wrote about yesterday, I found something in the toilets which was very much a sign of the times. Of course the social distancing rules mean that we have to stay 2 metres of 6 feet… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 61 – When Social Distancing takes the Pee!
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Coronavirus Diary 60: #ExcludedUK Why does my country hate me?
I haven’t worked since February, it’s getting on for 6 months now since I’ve been paid. Despite the government paying out billions to some fantastically good causes and supporting the overwhelming majority of people, 3 million of us are actually not being supported at all. We’re not in it together in any way shape or… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 60: #ExcludedUK Why does my country hate me?
Coronavirus Diary 52 -Social Distancing the back garden
Progress on doing up my new but ancient house continues but at a pace even snails would surpass. It’s all down to this virus and I’ve even been thinking of bringing my new front garden bench into the house so I can sit on it and watch television. At the moment to spread out… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 52 -Social Distancing the back garden
Coronavirus Diary 51 – Social Distancing with baby frogs
I never quite know what I will find on my walks and my walk on Friday was particularly eventful. First of all down a country lane I came across a car with its hazard lights flashing and being all prepared to be beheaded and end up in several pieces spread across the hinterland I went… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 51 – Social Distancing with baby frogs
Coronavirus Diary 49 – A thing of beauty
Traditionally gardens are meant to be a thing of beauty but when I started working on mine, there was nothing beautiful about it. Now there is a lawn and a patio and a little though empty raised bed for herbs and vegetables but on my nighty patrol with the watering can to keep the lawn… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 49 – A thing of beauty
Coronavirus Diary 41 – A life of being nice doesn’t pay.
A few days ago I had a phone call from the Police. We ended up talking for around 90 minutes; not just having a chinwag but we were going through a statement about one of the recent crimes I suffered. I haven’t talked for 90 minutes combined all of the last 2.5 months and was… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 41 – A life of being nice doesn’t pay.
Coronavirus Diary 39 – The false dawn
I hope everyone is well. Before I get to my post I read for the first time a news-piece that actually related to me during these virus ridden times. “Solo lockdown is really tough. While people on Twitter and Facebook posted of much-awaited reunions this weekend, and their frustrations at not being able to embrace… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 39 – The false dawn
Coronavirus Diary 38 – Mirrors, Masks and bank robbery!
Yesterday I secured a mini victory in the impossible mission of sorting out a house with no money, no shops and no tradesman. I found a happily foolproof way of attaching things to 200 year old wars and I went on a little wall-fixing frenzy, Paintings, prints, masks, the whole kit and caboodle went up… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 38 – Mirrors, Masks and bank robbery!
Coronavirus Diary 36 -Surprises, good and bad.
I’ve had a sore chest and temperature now for 3 days and slightly sore eyes. Another week, another hopefully false Coronavirus alarm though can truly tell? It’s quite amazing I think that on days like this I would normally be working 18 or 19 hours, walking miles and miles and talking incessantly. To get ill… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 36 -Surprises, good and bad.
Coronavirus Diary 35 – You can’t fix stupid!
I’ve made a few mistakes in the last few days. The first one was having grown tired of having my new house full of rubbish that can’t be disposed of, I decided to put some art up on the walls to make some space. As I suspected, it turns out that 200 year old walls… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 35 – You can’t fix stupid!
Stephen Liddell 