ED’S LETTER
Well, here we are, almost at the end of the weirdest year I can remember: lockdown felt endless, but at the same time it feels as if one minute it was March and the next it was October, and now we’re hurtling towards Christmas and 2021. The festive season is usually all about family, friends and fun for me, but my socialising muscle seems to have atrophied through lack of use – I can’t remember how to do it properly any more. What did we all do? What did we talk about pre-Covid and before Netflix became a common language? Luckily, I think I know the cure: sun, proper time to read and reconnect, no deadlines – and buckets of bubbly, obviously. I know I’m not alone: I think pretty much all…