Everyone breathe a sigh of relief; we’re firmly closing the door on 2020.
This year has been nothing short of apocalyptic. We kicked off with the Australian bush fires (and subsequent flooding) at the start of the year, followed by a plague of locusts in East Africa, protests and riots, the coronavirus… Brexit? Pah! We’ve been training for you.
It has been a year of fist bumping. Of stifling coughs. Doing awkward jazz hands as you step away from one another squealing ‘social distancing!’. Where masks are sold on every street corner, and where every sneeze is punctuated by a ‘NOT COVID!’. Who could have predicted such a thing? (Nostradamus, probably.)
