Okay, now summer, but still mostly being MacNeice's 'small householder'
In the poem 'Spring Voices' which is (I suppose) about suburban timidity: The small householder now comes out warily
Afraid of the barrage of sun that shouts cheerily
Spring is massing forces, birds wink in air
Battlemented chestnuts volley green fire.
But really, however much I feel that I am sitting here gazing into the contemporary equivalent of the Lady of Shalott's magic mirror, I'm not sure I'm so that sick of shadows that I want to go rushing recklessly out quite yet?
I was anticipating, yes, that once I was double-vaxxed I could start venturing out to do those things that have been neglected over these many months like dental hygienist visit (recent nudging email apropos of), eye-test, etc.
And now there is all this, hmmm, maybe we won't un-lockdown just yet and, err, case numbers are rising, and ooops, infectivity of the new strain even when vaxxed -
Is there anything that pressing to step outside the door for?
It would, I concede, have been nice to spend a little time in libraries looking stuff up for the paper I've just been working on, but I managed work-arounds, plus, the things I would have been looking up would have been fairly small minor things and when people are desperately booking time-slots to get in serious research time...
It's not so much the dentists/opticians/libraries that are the issue, anyway - it's the public transport and getting there and how does one be in the world anymore anyway.
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