It won’t be long before random words like banana bread, cocooning, and 5km trigger flashbacks and PTSD

"We are urged to stay in our bubble and simultaneously mix with other bubbles, while somehow hoping that that bigger bubbles won’t cause granny to pop (her clogs) by New Year"

"It means that I now have more rights while living in the UK than a UK person living in the UK with a UK passport."

Finally back in face-to-face 12-step meetings, after months in the Zoom wilderness, where meetings seemed more like the intro to The Muppet Show, or, if poorly attended, The Brady Bunch — sorry, younger readers, you may have to google that one.

Having been writing this column since the Napoleonic Wars, I can honestly say that 2020 wins as the surreal fountain that keeps on spouting.

Normally, the what are you doing for Christmas question starts bubbling up just after Halloween.

Could it be…. . whisper it…. .

In April 2016, the Large Hadron Collider – the biggest particle accelerator on earth – temporarily broke down when a small furry animal, thought to be a pine martin, although it could have been a weasel, chewed through a cable.

The dog is on paracetamol again from all the lockdown walking – like the rest of us, she’s worn out, but won’t give up.

Watching the state funeral of Samuel Paty on French TV as I fill out the track and trace form to re-enter the UK, where I will hide in my house for two weeks in line with current UK government requirements, the words ‘liberté, egalité, fraternité’ ...