Three years ago today, down here at the last bus stop on the planet, we learned that COVID had made landfall and had made straight for a Hereford breeders conference and a Southland wedding.
Do you feel already ten years older than you did then? I do.
From sweet to sour to bitter, it took us. We enjoyed London Blitz-like unity for a time. But then came the undermining; by politicians, by broadcasters, by LinkedIn alpha types, steadily more strident, encouraging others of like mind to raise a querulous voice, to object to any kind of inconvenience.
