On the regular Zoom and FaceTime meetings I have every week, people have stopped being polite to me about it. What started as the odd, ‘No, don’t be silly, it’s still looking great!’ when I had a little moan has now become barefaced, all-out guffawing and comments like, ‘Oh boy, yeah… What are you going to do about it?’
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Oh dear. I don’t know why I did this, rashly, the evening of 29 February. Leap Day. I took a leap. Maybe because I have a completion date on the vicarage looming and I need help, someone to share it with, and who is willing to change light bulbs*, heave boxes and dog-sit. Cook.