Karl Richmond reflects on another kind of lockdown.The last lockdown I was in I was 11 and in the closet. Restrictions didn’t ease on that until I was 16. Bible, John 16:16: “The point is, whilst I’m ‘primed’ to get out of lockdown, a couple painful religious classes in Deer Park when I was 11 and a quick google of bible passages have taught me that we ain’t getting out of here until the 16th. But then again, I’m not religious.
She loves a good book , enjoys regular outings with her friends, and has mastered technology to stay close to us in these COVID times.My picture is evidence a 90yr old can navigate what 2021 technology has to offer.Day ten into Season Four of ‘Lockdown: Melbourne’ and the two new local cases today brings a sense that the season climax is not too far away - hopefully this brings good news in the coming days.
I helped my 12-year-old sister Georgia make dream scenes, which are supposed to catch your nightmares. Funnily enough, I have realised particularly during COVID, we are the sober version of the bartender, a sounding board and a place where people feel free to unload their days thoughts or worries in a tiny sound bite while we mix caffeine with their choice of milk.
Maybe you’ve just been drafted into the Melbourne Demons, making your Dad very happy, or maybe you’ve come to me asking how to become an actor - which I will strongly suggest you don’t attempt and instead will tell you to become a respectful doctor like your mother.Diary Day 2I literally lay in bed until 8.40am and then Mum said: “Wake up, you are going to be late for school.”
It was cancelled so we did random activities at home related to it. I made a first place ribbon, which I wouldn’t have won, and researched Ash Barty, who is the only famous sports person I know. Our last task before we headed out was to take a socially distanced team photo. I am looking forward to my days off in lockdown, time to check in with friends and family this weekend.First full day proper of lockdown week two and I was away from the café, looking after my two girls. One who was recovering from the night previous and my eldest who, with building FOMO, wanted to stay home and not miss out on anything.
Sacrificing our young for the very old