Different

It’s feeling very strange at the moment. Usually these two weekends at the end of May and the beginning of June are the busiest of the whole year. I would be down in London with my daughters at the Women’s Prize Shortlist Readings. Gordon would have been at meetings in Guildford and be starting the marking season. We would have tried to fit in a family visit at some point. And in amongst it all our area would be being invaded by Travellers and their hangers on for Appleby Fair. And we had planned to be at the Hay Festival this year too.

Instead of all that we are sitting in the garden reading our books. It’s not sad - just different.