How strange to be home on a Saturday night. Up until March 2020 you'd never catch me home -well, 9:06 pm is a bit early, I would probably have been getting ready to go out. These days ... some of my friends have gone back to that but in my circumstance I'm a bit too vulnerable to risk that. Every time some friends post about going clubbing or to a gig, a couple of days later I see some of them posting that they've turned positive on the tests and caught the virus. I miss that -seeing friends, dancing, the music. But daren't just yet. So I stay in this tiny flat thinking of gigs and clubs and dancing. It is not a sad thought -I started doing those things at a point in my life when most people are giving up on them because they've 'grown up'- but I do miss it.
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