A diary of the quotidian and the profound, written by a middle-aged modern English woman for one year between July 2019 – July 2020. Also an accidental work of witness to the first wave of the coronavirus pandemic from the frontline of ordinary life.
Every word is true. The characters in this book are entirely real. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely intentional. No events have been fabricated.
What’s next after a year of 50? The story continues in my blog Coronavirus Diaries
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