Spring is closer than it was at midwinter, but the new reality is unmapped. Recovery will be fragile, maybe no VE Day everyone off their tits style knees up. Or maybe there will be. Hope is the old pragmatism of not confusing the likelihood of positive outcomes with the daily mental grind. That’s a yes, no and maybe flip-flop all in one.
Change? Consolidate mental health, more treats all round, forced us to look at the nation we’re raising our kids in long and hard where the only sane response (personally) is off Plague Island. It’s been brewing for years, now it’s festering borderline sepsis. Side note, found myself cheering for Liverpool earlier, wtf is that about.