The clever joke I wish I'd made. Oh wait... -- Griselda Heppel
Back in 2015, somebody made a clever joke that I wished -
Still, there is hope. Expert virologists all over the world have been working furiously to produce vaccines. Two are already approved and more will come. We just have to be patient. (And for goodness’ sake, take the vaccines when offered. Only a generation with no living or close family memories of what a polio/diphtheria/whooping cough/measles epidemic can do would hesitate.)
spectacular sourdough and banana bread (both of which I love but, er, why now?) to taking up a musical instrument or mastering Mandarin.
a) I’d thought of myself (naturally)
b) the person had made it five years before, giving us so much longer to enjoy it.
It went something like this:
Prospective employer: So, Ms ------, where do you see yourself in five years’ time?
With 2020 behind us, that joke has taken on a kind of tragic grandeur, of Socratic irony even. Nobody had 2020 vision. Except for a few far-sighted scientists and medical experts who knew we were in for a pandemic but couldn’t say when. And if they had pointed to 2020, who’d have believed them? Yes, yes, we’d have said. Don’t worry, we’re used to flu. We’ll be fine.
A wonderful thing, hindsight. By the time you read this, we’ll all have 2020 vision. Just, er, backwards.
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Nor was lockdown entirely unproductive. For those lucky enough not to have gone through traumatic illness and loss, the enforced retreat from ordinary life seems to have led to all kinds of creativity, from churning out
|Banana bread. Yum.
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Not being able to lay claim to any of these, I am nevertheless delighted in what I did achieve. After years of drafting and redrafting, my third children’s book, The Fall of a Sparrow, is at last in production with Matador and will appear in April 2021.
So here’s a big Happy New Year to you all, with bright hopes for BETTER THINGS ahead.