Slouched in my pyjamas, displaying posture any grandmother would be mortified with; hair untied revelling a kinked, messy mane; one hand mindlessly shovelling popcorn into the centre of my face while the other swipes left or right based on a snap judgement
Every two years, a new version of myself emerges into the world, donning a new style, hair colour and interests. A rebirth aiming to bring me the happiness I’ve seen in others who look the same. But perhaps it’s times to shed this skin. Become me and accept that I am who I am.
It's been a while since I last wrote anything and the coronavirus pandemic seems to be slowing down in the UK. Here's what's been happening.
Week three of my covid-19 updates and Mcdonalds is shut, the is UK in lockdown and our PM is infected...