Lockdown

Lockdown and my new job as a publisher/writer suited me quite well in one major respect; my ill-formed plan to become a recluse. I probably had in mind a tiny , brightly-painted house on the Italian coast as my writing retreat, not a windswept semi in Britain but you can't have everything. I also hadn't bargained for doctor's appointments, trips to ALDI and being a semi-professional washing machine operator.

But at least we have doctors.

And ALDI.

... and a washing machine.