On Monday afternoon, Nigel strode into my study.
‘Clare! Look outside! Somebody has stolen the road.’
We live at the end of a very long cul-de-sac. Both of us working at home. For the last month, most of our interactions whether work or social have been via Zoom or the phone.
I didn’t think we could get much more isolated until the road resurfacing team came and took away our route to anywhere. Where once there was asphalt now there is only a lumpy, uneven surface.
Perhaps tomorrow I will look out of my window and see only mist and clouds, indicating that finally we have been entirely cut off from all time and space.
Like the tardis.
I shall remain stoical, as long as the wi-fi still works.
But the promise is that by the end of the week, we shall have back not only our road, but some of our freedoms.
For a while anyway.