Once I caught The Bug (Covid)

Me sitting on the stone steps of St John’s Abbey with the stained glass behind me

It is my birthday today.

When I turned twenty-five, half a lifetime ago, I laid in bed thinking I was so old, to be a quarter of a century.

Time is how we frame it, as with all things. But Time is particularly tricky, with its immense power to cower us and shame us as well as prod and cheer us.