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.
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