One year old

A year ago, I was starting my first week working from home, a week with not travel, no courses, no exams since the 2nd week of September.

I wrote about working from home, hungry cats, doing a session on the cross trainer, walking to the doctor's sugery and watching England play on TV.

Meanwhile, in China, half a world away, a doctor guessed he has seen a new virus.

He tries to report it, it is surpressed for a month until the virus, COVID-19, breaks out of China.

That is 366 days ago.

My hope is that, like Spanish Flu, COVID has an infectious life of 500 days, meaning we have 134 days to go in the crisis.

If we are right.

A year ago seems like a lifetime ago. We could go to pubs, restaurants, go to football matches, the theatre, see a film at a cinema.

Not any more.

It seems hard now that we will ever see those days again. But we will. Maybe sooner than we think. Maybe not.

There are dark days ahead, but in many ways the worse is behind us. We know our enemy, treatment of those infected has been refined. Maybe, just maybe, we can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

But we are all tired.

Tired of COVID.

Tired of lockdowns.

Tired of masks.

Tired of poor communication.

Tired of living in fear. We just want to be us.

Happy. Meeting friends. Family. Be normal again.

We need to be honest, Christmas has the opportunity for us to be normal again, but if we let our guard down, it becomes a massive super-spreader event, causing more deaths in the New Year.

Be strong.

The end is in sight, don't give in now.

A year ago, we could do these things, in a year, we probably will again.

If we are sensible.