SARAH PENN

As lockdown 3 limps disappointingly across our screens, it’s one sequel too far. We are trapped in Home Alone 3 and wondering why anyone...

In some ways time seems to have stood still, or rather thickened. It used to flow freely from day to day, thrust onwards by plans or...

Never has a visit to the supermarket meant so much. My week was up, the confines of my house were breached and I ventured forth into the...

I can feel the effects of lockdown building – tiny itches building into wholescale irritation

I’ve taken a bit of a downturn physically over the last few days and am now on antibiotics for a chest infection sparked initially by...

Blossom white and pink has been swirling through the sun-soaked backways. The seasons seem to be rolling on regardless – some things at...

Are we there yet? Surely it has already been several years since we went in to lockdown? The calendar must have broken. Bizarrely my...

It’s official. We are now living in an alternative reality. Our lives have become a disaster movie. Suddenly Boris is the unlikely actor...

In the immortal words of Bake-Off’s Rahul, I am prone to “dooming”. Even when things are seemingly bright and sunny, my mind has a...

As the bright sunshine warms the ground, my daffodils stand alert. The cat is curled in a pocket of light – the dust motes dance in the...

After the storms stopped swirling and the green shoots started to show through soggy ground, the virus came. As the global tumult of air...