How the Silicon Valley matriarchs are preparing for Easter indoors This could be the most Californian thing I’ve ever written, but I am really missing going out for brunch.
We’ve been in lockdown for nearly a month now and, to some extent, not much has changed. As expats with zero family and an 18-month-old we a) spend hours on FaceTime already and b) get a lot of takeaways.
I’m also a freelance writer slash stay-at-home mother, so I’m in our apartment for most of the day anyway. In San Francisco BC (Before Corona), when I wasn’t drinking my body weight in the Yorkshire Gold tea that I asked friends to smuggle in at great personal risk, Margot and my activity of the day was to swap our pyjamas for matching Patagonia jackets and pop out