Never Too Old to Learn...

And so it came to pass. Three hundred and sixty-five days after my 1st lockdown birthday, I had a second. Cue tiny violins and an outpouring of sympathy. (Sarcasm klaxon. Obviously don't.)
 The forced fun of 2020Despite the emerging pattern, this birthday felt very different from last year's. My overriding memory of March 2020 was a determination to force enjoyment into my day. I had to do something to blot out the panic and fear that was gripping the nation. That could all be dealt with later on...