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...