11 November, 2020.
I woke to such a still, shining river.
But I’m far from shining. I’ve caught something- can barely stay awake, scratchy throat, diarrhoea. We have to help K, so perhaps I’ll get a co-vid test. We’re all taught this now- got a sniffle? get a test. I take the little box of native flowers I’ve set aside for Dee and we set off in our boat for the lonely city.
