Time for boundless hope
Well… it’s quite difficult to know where to begin. Perhaps by wondering if I’m the only one here who is starting to think that the 20s are cursed? Yep, thought so. When life is seemingly spiralling out of control, I often resort to humor as a quick fix. I am British so already 50 per cent of my brain is programmed to blurt out ill-timed jokes when you least expect them; for the first time in my life I’m just not so sure it’s the right moment for it. I considered shying away from using my column to give coronavirus even more coverage, but let’s be honest, if I didn’t write about it here then you’d be thinking about it while you were reading anyway. However, I’ll see what I can…