I haven't written in a while, and really it's because I've been busy writing
other stuff. The need to express things is lessened when you're trying to
compose a readable history essay - this time on Chartism in Victorian Britain.
Today I'm working with David again, sixteen years after I did so before, when I
left Ireland in 2004. We're in Strokestown, and I'm looking out the front of the
van window on my lunch break. This evening I'll take a look at a garden that a
lady wants me to tend. We're in lockdown level 5 but nobody seems to care. I'm
eating too much chocolate and drinking too much coffee. That's all for now
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