Headspace...

What day is it?
Warning...I’m backblipping holes in my journal, largely, selfishly so that I don’t forget the rhythm of these strange days.
I’m sorry if it’s confusing or contradictory - I’ll get them out as quickly as I can.

The first day without specific plans and after many phone calls and texts to friends and family, feel aimless and anxious.
I realise that I need to get a grip and consider isolation survival...then immediately ignore this as I get lost in taking photographs of the beautiful light through the bathroom window...don’t think, just do?

Later and back to getting a grip, I struggle with the conundrum...in an uncertain future how do WonderA and I deal with the distance between us?
I could most easily decamp to Edinburgh, but worry that I wouldn’t survive being removed from the safety net of my workshop. WonderA could choose to forego the security of her own home to come down here, indeed she has offered to, but I feel it unfair to expose her to the increasing risks of being in London.
So the conundrum careers round in my head without conclusion...news that train travel is to be curtailed doesn’t help. In an inexplicable ‘what the hell’ impulse I book a single ticket to Edinburgh for early next week...
Later I talk to Sonny ( who managed to hightail it out of Berlin late Tuesday night) and is already reverting to teenager boredom, hunkered down with his mother in Norfolk.
I hope above all else that our children’s lives are not permanently damaged by this existential upheaval.