The end of a year of lament

Tomorrow sees the end of the strangest, and in many ways the saddest, year of my life (and I imagine I’m not alone in that). Reading God and the Pandemic has just given me the vocabulary to describe it: it has been a year of lament. Here are the thoughts that crystallised for me as I read this short book.*

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Teenagers, the crucifixion and Covid-19

Until recently I haven’t found the coronavirus crisis traumatic. It’s mainly been fascinating, like living through the opening sequences of a sci fi film. It’s been about adjusting to the new world of empty streets, queues outside supermarkets, ‘closed’ benches in parks; and the new online camaraderie of lockdown, with my neighbours on WhatsApp, family on Skype, work and church on Zoom – and PE with Joe Wickes on YouTube (with 300,000 of his closest friends). Continue reading

We’ve sorted out smoking. Why not cars?

One of the best things about being a campaigner is when someone notices your efforts – and gives you something nice and shiny with your name on it.

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Playing out – it still rocks


It’s been a miserable winter for our monthly play street sessions, with a couple cancelled due to the weather and another when the kids only lasted outdoors for an hour. We also wondered if, weather aside, playing out on our street might be ‘running out of steam’, as one neighbour put it. Those of us who had young kids when it started in earnest four years ago now have kids who have grown out of it, or are just about to. Continue reading