Watching the Waitress’s Legs
And so, after fifteen months, the daily Covid diary comes to an end. As I write, the Prime Minister has just announced a delay in lifting of restrictions in England; I have no idea what the position is in Scotland, that will be announced tomorrow–though if I have to hazard a guess it will be exactly the same as England but with a kilt wrapped around it for presentational purposes, quite possibly accessorised with faux grievance.
No such faux grievance about Scotland -v- Czechoslovakia this afternoon. It’s great that Scotland are back in a major championship, but they have the disadvantage of not being very good. I hate to think what will happen in their next game, which is against England. Of course, there is a lot to be said with sticking with teams through hard times as well as good, why else do I keep my eye on the Derby County scores? But it abrades the soul. Don’t Come Home too Soon, sang Del Amitri, but Scotland are already at home which, in the circumstances, is just as well.
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I thought about writing a farewell paragraph or two, but decided against it. I’ve said previously that my plan is to reduce all of these posts to book form, and part of that process will be writing an introduction reflecting on the process and contents–I’m a bit too close to it right now. When I do write it, a version will no doubt appear here.
I will say that, on the whole, I’ve enjoyed it, and the discipline of writing it, even if only a single paragraph, has introduced a welcome rhythm to the day during a strange time. I’ve also very much appreciated getting feedback and responses in comments, by eMail and via assorted mobile Messenger apps.
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Music: I’ve added at least one piece of music to almost every post since last March without, for the most part, any duplication (or at least very little deliberate duplication). The music has ranged from early music of pilgrims to Bethlehem, to Taylor Swift. Listening to it has been a pleasure, for me at least, while having to think of something new every evening has occasionally been a chore. Anyway, I’ve posted both of these before, though in one case as a cover by another artist. No regrets.
Joni Mitchell, of course: Urge For Going and Coyote.
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