For all the hope we had at the beginning of the year that the pandemic would be in the rearview mirror by now, it hasn't quite turned out that way.
This has been a hard year. A hard two years. This time last year, we were bidding a vehement goodbye to 2020. With a feeling of slight desperation, I wanted to bid it farewell in the manner of the old Westerns – spitting on the ground and stamping it into submission in a gesture of defiance. But spitting, obviously, isn’t the thing to do these days though I’d still argue it warranted it. It had...
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