On the lockdown platform awaiting the freedom train / reflections from the bunker.

You know, I think we are almost done here. The flood is almost over. The land is dry’ish. The dove has returned with the surgical mask carelessly hanging loosely from its neck. The gates of the ark will soon be opened. The surviving species allowed out in pairs for a breather. Maybe some shopping even. …

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Hippy dad, Upside Down dad, the new normal, and what has bad ass Al Capone to do with any of this anyway / Reflections from the bunker.

Jogging in the park yesterday evening, just outside my home, and whilst carefully social distancing of course by dodging other joggers, dogwalkers and whole families on an evening walk, it became crystal clear to me that a new normal has settled in. Life in lockdown clearly has its phases. The infamous “Storm the toilet paper …

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