Sunday 26th April. The Coronet Diaries.

That no hogs, dogs or cats or tame pigeons or ponies be suffered to be kept within any part of the city…And the owner be punished…And that the dogs be killed by the dog killers appointed for that purpose. (Journal of the Plague Year. Defoe. Almost my worst nightmare). Defoe records the fact that the [...]

Sunday 19th April. The Coronet Diaries.

DE CHIRICO'S ARIADNE I wake up grateful that I fell back to sleep after waking at 11.30 PM but wanting to cry out, wanting to believe that the desolation of our pandemic landscape is borrowed from the surreal. 'This cannot be happening. Am I sleeping or waking?' Yesterday our builder/friend Hassan, came by the house, [...]