or why I've been watching so much reality TV in lockdown. Routine in lockdown, especially in this strange not-lockdown-lockdown-things-opening-up-again-but-still-sort-of-not, has become a blessing and a curse. But in a time of such uncertainty and distraction, the formula of gen…
In June, Jackie and I cleared the back corner of the half of the garden of the flat we rent in the hope of growing a lawn instead of the tangled mess o…
Elizabeth Lovatt
"I feel a great responsibility for time" Sara Baume writes halfway through handiwork, a sentence which I read and immediately put the book back down to…
Elizabeth Lovatt
Walking the city Before The Great Pandemic of 2020, I was quite down about living in Leeds city centre. It wasn’t anything the city had done, it was mo…
all the rooms in my flat rated out of ten because I haven't been outside in a while the hallway slim, yet functional. Leads up to the stairs neatly. Th…
I've been putting off writing this month's tinyletter for obvious reasons. When I started the tiny narrative it was because I would spend whole weekend…
Elizabeth Lovatt
Georgie Codd wants you to know she is not brave. Yet her first non-fiction book, We Swim to the Shark, is all about conquering fear, in her case a very…
Elizabeth Lovatt
I am standing in a queue at the post office depot on a bright cloudless Saturday afternoon in mid-January. It’s 12.24 I got here at 12.16. The queue st…
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