‘Talk of a second lockdown pushed me over the edge.’
On 16 March, our first booking was cancelled. Four days later, they had all vanished, and worship was suspended. On my answerphone I found a message from our clerk of trustees, reassuring me that my salary would be guaranteed until the end of June. It suddenly dawned on me that my job (and, as the resident warden, my home) might be at stake. I spent that Friday evening in tears.
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