We carried on this way until the fourth week of March. Gudarro scrutinised what I ate and drank. I outwardly obeyed him and inwardly cursed him. Bliss could sense something was wrong and would not believe our reassurances. She became clingy and petulant. Despite not uttering one word, I could tell that Gudarro blamed me. We no longer kissed or touched. We only talked when necessary.
Our marriage was dead, and its carcass was stinking out the house. I had to leave.
The night before I plucked up the courage to speak with Gudarro, I dreamed of my parents.
Something very strange and unexpected had happened in their world. It was not just their areas of Derby, nor Britain as a country, but the whole world was under some kind of curfew. Politicians and clinicians appeared on television and co
