It hasn't been such a bad old day. I had insomnia so I got up, a bit provoked to say the least, opened the shutters, and to my astonishment there was the so called blue moon. It was amazing and well worth putting up with the horrible feeling that I would never sleep again. What's keeping me awake? Mainly you lot. Family, friends, colleagues, students, my allotment, the thief that stole my friend's parents' tools, the magpie that insists on trying to steal my bulbs, the mole that tore up the earth and destroyed my Swiss Chard, a song, Djobi, Djoba, by the Gypsy Kings, and what those words might mean. Song in my head, I made myself a cup of tea and then remembered I had bought some Santiago cake. Chomping away I had another glimpse of the moon. I could post a picture but it will never be the same as my feeling that the blue moon was standing alone, during a curfew with just me to look back at it while the rest of the town slumbered. Trust me, it was beautiful and amazing. Later we had vermouth and bumped into friends and exchanged fears about the virus but left with a feeling of hope. Much later I danced around the living room to the strains of Charles Aznavour's 'Je m'voyais deja.' H cooked fish soup then sea bass, with salad and pureed cauliflower. Those strange fruits called Physalis that my Thai students used to call Syphilis, with blue cheese and crackers and coffee with brandy reminded me that barring a catastrophe, here will always be a nice place to live, even as it burns. Or, despite the catastrophe, I would rather be buried here.  Yours truly,  the citizen of nowhere and everywhere at all times, past and present,