My Self-Isolation Diary

DAY 100+1: MON 22 June

The day I washed Jane Austen’s face, and wrote a diary entry I was not meant to.

Last chance to read about pebbledash, hairgel, a bootleg biography, beef casserole, red wine, and chickens. What is not to like?

Fixing leaks, broken washing lines and a new arena for the chickens. And moaning about McDonald’s

An exercising start, a venture into the unknown, and a Big Noise coming up from Winnetka

Vera Lynn’s death rains on Macron’s parade. Bolton tips shite on Trump.