Jemma s lockdown awakening
Little drops of rain failing down my bedroom window on a late Spring morning reminded me that some things stay the same. I watch the delicate budding roses swaying in the light wind from my chair by the window, their little soft pink petals filling me with joy. Well, this was the third month of lockdown and it seems my whole world had spun out of control. No more early alarms, commuter trains to catch and those dull after work drinks full of football chat, cars and girls. Now simple...