Excuse my sentimental tweets today - being ill has made me stop, & when you stop & allow yourself to think down beyond the superficial everyday stuff, the memories you find are very visceral - the smell, how it felt to be you at that moment - & it layers the world with nostalgia

If you combine this with the general stripping away by a global pandemic of the layers of psychological armour that we all build over the years then I am like a tortoise without it’s shell at the moment and that’s OK

(Please don’t squash me, world)