WWHS

What Would Hinsley Say? This was what Rog wondered after he and I bumped into each other (not literally; no physical contact was made) and recognised each other using the top halves of our mask-covered faces. We know that what she’d do would be to accuse us of upholding the patriarchy if we even so much as breathed, as she did when we sent a picture during our distanced coffee in the common room.

I had a dream where I lost it with two colleagues who I work well with. It’s because I’m feeling burdened by a tricky deadline this week, and this is creeping into my sleep. I haven’t actually ever lost it with them and doubt I ever would.

The weather was not at all pleasant. The heavy rain I woke up to reminded me of being in Ilha Grande in Brazil, one year ago, where downpours stopped play numerous times. I got very damp after work walking to meet Hannah in the backyard of a pub, but her company is always more than worth the inconvenience of a bit of rain, and she successfully switched me off from work during the subsequent walk we had around the damp quiet streets of Cambridge.