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November 2020

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Aldwych August 2020

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London Palladium November 2020

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London Coliseum and the Duke of York's November 2020

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Coliseum abd Duke of Yorks November 2020

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St Martin's November 2020

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When lockdown was announced my family began a photo album on I Cloud called Diary of a Plague Year. It is shared between my husband, me, my parents and my brother. We share everything from the mundane - making cakes and the moment toilet paper and pasta first arrived - to celebrations - my daughter's and son's birthdays - to the heartbreaking - photos of my father in law's grave at a service only my husband could attend.
What I didn't record was much of the home schooling or work (that I was doing at the same time) or my youngest's utter depression at not being able socialise. I will share the triumph of the human digestive system made from recycled materials that my son and I made as a more fun way of doing the human body.

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But trying to reclaim some communal socially distanced public space in Hackney during lockdown #1

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Mask trees were just one of the many manifestations of the community coming together and people wanting to do their bit to support others.

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The 1st lockdown was hard, I was living with someone who made my life difficult. I missed my family. I couldn't go to the gym. My workload changed. But I am grateful for the experience because I taught myself a lot of valuable lessons and found ways of coping.
- Create a comfortable habitat i.e buy as many plants as you want!
- Plan plan plan. I used this cute weekly planner of Lancaster Bombers. It allowed me to be as organised and as detailed as I liked, right down to 'make soup on the weekend'. And if I didn't do something? No problem I can do it tomorrow instead.
- Surround myself with love. Cards from people I love, webinars around the topics I love, work on projects I love (but never had time for) at the job I love and go for lots of walks around the home I love.

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Completely empty M5 at midday on Easter Saturday, when it would usually be packed with cars and campervans full of people travelling for the Bank Holiday weekend

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A poem by Michael Rosen called 'These are the Hands' which is about the NHS,chalked on a Glasgow staircase. Rosen almost died of COVID-19.

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An extract from something I wrote back in early June...

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An extract from something I wrote back in early June...

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Mentally, myself and D have both been OK in the main during lockdown. I’ve had a couple of tears over frustrating things – the washing machine broke (thanks, random 10p spinning at 1600rpm!), but otherwise mostly fine. It’s as we start to head towards the lifting of lockdown, that I’m feeling more anxious. L, our 11 year old, is in year 6, so one of the first cohort of students the government want to return to school. His school has phoned and explained the situation - maximum of 15 students to a class, one teacher, they do everything in this 15-student ‘bubble’ - lessons, playtime and lunchtime - but they likely won’t be sat more than 1 metre apart, and whilst things should be OK in the classroom, they can’t guarantee children won’t get closer than that at breaktimes, no matter how much they police their play. Therefore, we told them he won’t be returning just yet. I’m hoping that by July the situation will have improved, so I’m considering sending him back then, but that remains to be seen.

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The first of many photos...

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Seen a lot of this during 2020......but we're still here and enjoying life!

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I loved the first lockdown. Suddenly all my responsibilities had been lifted. I no longer had to run about after school with all my children's various clubs...I couldn't do anything! It was bliss. There was no Covid near us in the country - it felt like another world. Although we watched the daily news briefing everyday it didn't touch us at all. We were immune. Instead we revelled in the quietness, the stillness of the world. We went for long walks, bike rides, watched Star Wars, we just 'were' with each other. I couldn't do any work at all, with three children at home to home school, but I felt like that was normal - expected even. The world felt irrevocably altered forever. I resolved, once lockdown ended, to do less, to spend more time with the children, to spend more time thinking and reading. That was until it started to ease, when I then had to still home school but was now expected to work too. Suddenly I realised how lucky I had been. I also quickly forgot all those lockdown resolutions and soon became even more busy than I had been before, because now I had to catch up on all the things I had let slide. My research had not gone away, it had just been lurking like a malevolent sprite needing to be fed. The pressure returned, greater ever than before. The world had not changed after all.

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I loved the first lockdown. Suddenly all my responsibilities had been lifted. I no longer had to run about after school with all my children's various clubs...I couldn't do anything! It was bliss. There was no Covid near us in the country - it felt like another world. Although we watched the daily news briefing everyday it didn't touch us at all. We were immune. Instead we revelled in the quietness, the stillness of the world. We went for long walks, bike rides, watched Star Wars, we just 'were' with each other. I couldn't do any work at all, with three children at home to home school, but I felt like that was normal - expected even. The world felt irrevocably altered forever. I resolved, once lockdown ended, to do less, to spend more time with the children, to spend more time thinking and reading. That was until it started to ease, when I then had to still home school but was now expected to work too. Suddenly I realised how lucky I had been. I also quickly forgot all those lockdown resolutions and soon became even more busy than I had been before, because now I had to catch up on all the things I had let slide. My research had not gone away, it had just been lurking like a malevolent sprite needing to be fed. The pressure returned, greater ever than before. The world had not changed after all.

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I'm being deliberately provocative here- there have been lots of rainbows and positive message appearing around Glasgow. But also political criticism...

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During lockdown, my friends and colleagues on the Protests + Suffragettes team have been helping one another cope during our regular Zoom meetings, We haven't just been socialising but have been very creative-a virtual walk round Govan in Glasgow (you can see some of it at 6pm today), creating a Zine and making a successful Crowdfunder bid on Scottish suffrage campaigners. It has been fun and has done wonders for our mental health. You can see more here

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It was, unluckily, Friday the 13th of March when I first started displaying symptoms of coronavirus. My housemate was heading home to Liverpool for the weekend and as I hugged her goodbye on Friday evening, I let out a singular cough. 'Ut-oh', I joked, 'bet I've got Coronavirus'. Reader, I did have coronavirus. Hence followed 10 days in bed, only managing to crawl to the bathroom and kitchen for emergencies; I think I only ate one slice of toast in about 4 days. But luckily, I am young and relatively healthy and quickly bounced back and have dreaded the unlucky date ever since! Luckily Friday the 13th of November didn't bring me down with any other contagious diseases.

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Perhaps only about LockDown inthe sense that the loss of paid work in museums gave me time to get started on a project that I have had in mind for some years - Plus it seems to have given people time to respond to the website .
Inspired by the " I-Spy" books of my youth and Neil McGregors 2012 project at the British Museum:  "A History of the World in100 Objects " I started this project "A History of Greenwich in 100 Objects" in 2020. It is based around a website- and we are seeking suggestions of Objects that "say Greenwich".  So the process will take time. I look back and see that local histories follow a long tradition - possibly the earliest history of Greenwich "Perambulations in the county of Kent " was written by William Lambarde in c.1575 .
Initial challenges I perceive involve defining "what qualifies as an Object."...and of course the fact that many significant objects are held in museum collections and reproducing an image of an object often has a cost. Should we apply to the Heritage Lottery for funds to reproduce images of objects that are held by Heritage Lottery funded institutions ?

1. The project reminds me that there many people and organisations researching, collecting, archiving, restoring,interpreting, re-making, re-evaluating local history.From Charlton football Club museum to the licensed mudlarks who find history daily on Greenwich Foreshore.  As a story teller I am fond of saying"History is like a River...all we can do today is dip a cup in it".

2. Image:  Anchor sculpture 2004 Wendy Taylor. Embossed text summary of Local history- omits to mention the anchor maker was also making chains and neck collars for the transatlantic slave trade and plantation owners.

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Lockdown meant little at first as my husband and I are retired and he is a natural self-isolator. As it went on, I realised I missed my monthly trip to Birmingham to attend MA lectures and visit my cousin, I missed my weekly volunteer day at a Local Studies centre and I missed being able to go up to London on a regular basis to walk around my favourite places.  Life will never be the same as before the virus. We have to think about the way we used to live and how we need to change that. We don't need foreign holidays and shopping trips as compensation for our dull lives. We need to find interest and value in the little things. Seeing my cousin and her family after eight months would be wonderful

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Lockdown meant little at first as my husband and I are retired and he is a natural self-isolator. As it went on, I realised I missed my monthly trip to Birmingham to attend MA lectures and visit my cousin, I missed my weekly volunteer day at a Local Studies centre and I missed being able to go up to London on a regular basis to walk around my favourite places.  Life will never be the same as before the virus. We have to think about the way we used to live and how we need to change that. We don't need foreign holidays and shopping trips as compensation for our dull lives. We need to find interest and value in the little things. Seeing my cousin and her family after eight months would be wonderful

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Lockdown in jharkhand and some traditional vegetables 

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Lockdown in jharkhand and some traditional vegetables 

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On 24 March, the government of india ordered a nationwide lockdown for 21 days, limiting movement of the entire 1.3 billion population of india as a preventive measure against the COVID-19 pandemic. Jharkhand which is the 15th largest state by area and also known for its 32 tribals community  was under this lockdown. In the beginning people were determined that after 21 days things will be as usual but the covid-19 had just started its role. Lots of myths and thoughts circulated in several areas, though lots of rural areas was less effected or not effected by this pandemic. It has been said that the lifestyle and the herbs which is consume as the vegetables boosts the immunity of these people. Suddenly the demand was increase  of green vegetables of jharkhand. The people from urban areas of jharkhand were also started consuming these which are seasonal and some are very rare. Though I believe these are not the final medicine against the Corona virus  but surely it helps people to built and rebuilt their immunity power. This 2020 took people in ancien time where humans used to consume these type of several foods while knowing or unknowingly the benefits of these, it seems as a lesson for the future.

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Virus Diaries: A project from the University of Hertfordshire's Oral History team

Just before the UK locked down in March 2020, the University's Oral History Team decided to start a very different kind of history project. Student, staff and community members began recording their own audio diaries, aware that this was a moment in history that needed to be captured. They also began photographing their domestic and local surroundings, day to day activities and lockdown walks. This video showcases some of those diaries and images, telling a story of a changed and changing word where connection and contemplation emerge as key themes.

The wonderful content you see here is uncensored; the views and opinions expressed by the speakers are their own and do not reflect the views, opinions, official policy or position of the University of Hertfordshire.

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Just before the UK locked down in March 2020, the University's Oral History Team decided to start a very different kind of history project. Student, staff and community members began recording their own audio diaries, aware that this was a moment in history that needed to be captured.

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Lone Soldier.
My place of worship closed due to Covid 19. Its amazing how all I was taught suddenly had to be put into practice.  Being of service suddenly feels like a battle field. It feels like I am a lone soldier as I walk through my neighbourhood early Sunday morning. My time of worship is now dedicated to domiciliary palliative care work. The streets are empty except for a few cyclists and joggers, but I like the quietness, the intensity of fear and the growth of courage, I know I am not really alone as silence embrances me and I can almost feel its cuddle, it whispers, courage is stronger than fear. Silence has become my friend, I now look forward to Sunday morning when I can walk hand in hand with silence and feel courage growing inside me like a tree, firmly spreading its roots in my community.

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I got married two days before the national lockdown. Our ceremony was live-streamed on social media platform for my families and friends in Wuhan, London and Nottingham. After the ceremony my husband and I had a lockdown food honeymoon - from Thailand to India, China, Korea, Japan, United States and landed in United Kingdom eventually.

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Collecting personal accounts of lockdown and Covid-19 from around the world, All We Have creates a big picture out of small stories.

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All We Have brings together personal snapshots of lives tripped up by Covid-19 globally.