All that morphed into the stuff of nightmares as we flew into the eye of the storm
For this expat Australian living in London, Covid magnified isolation, warped time and fuelled a desperate need to see loved ones back home. I dug deep into inner reserves of patience and counted down the days. Confined in North London, our nuclear family became a well-oiled quarantine machine, months passed in a groundhog blur of work from home, school from home, Netflix and banana bread. I turned my hand to book reviews, poetry and wrote short stories about an arsonist who communicates with chickens, as one by one,
