Saturday April 25th. The Coronet Diaries.

I am in a rant. I am depressed. When I say depressed I hasten to add not clinically depressed but overwhelmed, de-pressed and without there being a solution. (What is the root word of depression? c. 1400 as a term in astronomy, "angular distance of a star below the horizon," from Old French depression (14c.) and directly [...]

Thursday 16th April. The Coronet Diaries. ‘Nothing will come of nothing’.

I went to bed convinced there was nothing I wanted to write about today. I could rant about what is going on in 'the care homes' and the fact that Matt Hancock is becoming more eristic by the hour. Such an unspeakable thought that our 'care homes' are becoming new sites of/for memento mori. I [...]