May we survive our brokenness and live on through good and bad.
The Old Sterling Ten Pound Note (obverse)
The Sundays of my youth were quiet days,
primarily because in those far off times our country
still regarded the first day of the week as a rest day.
Most of the shops were shut and public transport was at best intermittent.
The roads reluctantly opened themselves up to a dreaded scourge, ‘Sunday Drivers’!
Since lockdown, here in Sunny Sheffield, every day is very much like those Old Sundays,
with perhaps one major difference, a lot of people now wear face masks and rubber gloves…
Because I am a Key Worker I have to ‘brave’ the outside world every week-day
to get to and from my place of work and, despite myself, I cannot help thinking
how ridiculous these people look in the early spring sunshine.
A month on from the lockdown’s inception and our city’s free newspaper is once
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