It’s five years since the first UK lockdown.
Despite that distance, I wonder if there is anything original that can be said about 2020?
Unlikely. Knowing that removes some of the pressure. Instead, I really just want to write something to commemorate the strangest of years1.
For the most part, personally, 2020 wasn’t a terrible year, just unusual. I’m fortunate in so many ways. I kept my job. I normally work from home anyway, so the challenge when the first lockdown hit was having to work while having two kids running around all day. Not easy, but, equally, churlish to complain when so many others were losing their jobs or having relationship issues.