When you make the choice to live twelve thousand miles away from your family there’s every chance that you leave someone after a visit knowing you may never see them again. Yesterday we received the sad news that this lady, Esther (Ettie) Annenberg, Neil’s Nan had died. She was 111. I heard some sharp intakes […]
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Lockdown: Day 2
We went shopping this morning. I used to have to drive to shop, then we moved into the city. Now the car is a five minute walk from our apartment, ridiculous to use that, so I walk and carry everything back. The first time I made the rookie mistake of filling my trolley – by […]
Lockdown: Day 1
I often speak before I think (and equally often my words are accompanied by a horrified look from my husband or a whispered ‘inner voice’ and shake of his head) and I did so this morning. On our first day of level 4 isolation, chatting on the phone to my friend Brigitte, I said that […]
Tracy Annenberg 