I guess that we all find things to do whilst we’re mainly (or in some cases solely) confined to barracks.
Yesterday, courtesy of being a Curve (theatre) member, I watched a recording of Memoirs of an Asian Football Casual.
Powerful political stuff about a past age in Leicester’s local history, and, of course, football.
And today (courtesy of being a member of the Royal Shakespeare Company) I signed up for a three-month free trial with arts channel, Marquee TV.
I suppose I’m lucky as I’m not working from home on account of being retired; although I’m supposed now to be plying my trade as a writer, but somehow, I’m not writing much at the moment.
Everything that goes through my head presently is pretty dark and when we come out of this, I don’t particularly want to look back on a portfolio of dark stuff.
Reality is bad enough as it is, and the media seem much better at writing the ‘disaster movie’ pitches currently.
Of course, I do get to write the odd piece for this diary, so I’ve not given up completely.
But what I have found I’m doing a lot of is going through all of my digital photos.
Perhaps it’s one of those life flashing before your very eyes moments, but I hope not.
I have posted some random ones on my Facebook page and when I say random, it’s exactly what I mean.
I think I’ve tried to avoid one’s that are too personal, too painful.
I’ve also found the ones taken from the shows that I was in as an actor for the company I most recently finished writing for.
I had some good roles from Sergeant Hanley (plus others) in Private Peaceful, Graham in Alan Bennett’s Talking Heads piece, A Chip In The Sugar and a wonderful one as King Claudius in Hamlet.
So, you do have to keep busy in these awful times, even if you haven’t got an employer checking up on what you doing.
But, most of all, what I’m looking forward to is being able to get back to some sort of normal life, although I know that the world I withdrew from on 14th March is not going to be the same as the world we will return to at some stage in the future.
It’s the darkest fact to come to terms with.