You will all be delighted to hear that this is my final festive post for 2020…even though it’s now 2021. You know what I mean. I’ve hopefully covered all the topics that were suggested to me, entertained you, and possibly even given you something to chew over. Although the amount of chewing I’ve done this past week I fear I’ll ever be able to get into my work clothes again. if my office ever opens again, that is.
I think we can all agree that 2020 has been a pretty rubbish year and we are all glad to see the back of it. There have certainly been more downs than ups as we have lurched from initial fear to despair and then panic at how quickly this horrible virus has spread through our respective countries. Our hope this year is that the various vaccines can be administered in a timely manner in order to protect us and allow some semblance of normality to return.
Northern Ireland is now entering the second week of a national lockdown. Positive cases are at a record high and our hospitals are at breaking point. Intensive care beds are full and every day brings sad news of further deaths at the hands of COVID-19. The light at the end of this particular tunnel seems further away than ever. I’ve grown to distrust the majority of our political leaders more than ever with regards the manner in which the pandemic has been handled.
The people I trust are at home with me. I’ve spent more time than ever this year indoors with my family, no doubt driving Fionnuala insane as I regularly disrupt her orderly routine with my half-baked efforts to ‘help out’ and general domestic incompetence. We have had many good times as well though amidst the chaos. They keep me grounded, focused and sane. They are the best medication I could possibly ever have.
I hope 2021 brings family outings, day trips, possibly even the occasional date night! I hope to stand on muddy touchlines with frozen toes cheering on Adam and Rebecca. I hope to finally climb Slieve Donard with my son and scale Black Mountain with my wife and daughters. I hope for unity, love and good health. I hope to walk and write and kick drama and worry to the kerb. Wishing you all the same as we stumble into another year. Here endeth the 12 Blogs Of Christmas.