Day 113. Living with a puppy is a little like having a baby again. They want to play constantly, they look at you as a source of entertainment and food, and need to be taken out often to learn not to soil indoors (dog-nappy, anyone?). It’s also a good idea to lift everything up high …

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Day 108 since the lockdown. As a sentence it sounds a little like the beginning of your stereotypical post apocalypse novel, and I haven’t decided if its veracity is chilling or merely something to shrug off. There’s a lot of talk about the ‘new normal’, of how the ‘old normal’ wasn’t functioning… well let me …

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Song by Allen Ginsberg The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction  the weight, the weight we carry is love.  Who can deny? In dreams it touches the body, in thought constructs a miracle, in imagination anguishes till born in human– looks out of the heart burning with purity– for the burden of life is love,  but we carry the weight wearily, and so must rest in the arms of …

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