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As many of my followers will have worked out years ago, I’m an extreme night owl by nature. But I’m knackered, and so fed up with 2020 I’m already in bed... /1
... 2020 has been a weird year. It’s the year how - by quitting North Wales & moving to Herefordshire - I was at last able to rediscover how much nicer it is to work for an organisation with a healthy organisational culture... /2
and that meant stress, upheaval, expense, and putting a bomb under my husband’s career that didn’t seem so portable... /3
... but we have found ourselves in a wonderful temporary home, although not yet the #smallholdingdream we hope to pursue... /4
What will 2021 bring? Well, I hope by mid year things will be a bit more normal. But with ageing ailing parents and covid rampant... I don’t know. I dare to hope it doesn’t get worse. That’s about the extent of my hopes just now. /5
I just want to be able to go and make some new friends and meet people for a cuppa or lunch... but we’ve got tens of thousands more deaths to come from COVID19 in the UK, so my wish to build a real-life circle of local friends where I now live is so trivial. /6
And it’s that need for human contact, drummed into us by millions of years of evolution, that is our undoing at the moment. /7
So to everyone I know on Twitter, especially those who have become treasured friends, may I wish you a Happy New Year... and let’s hope the River of 2021 has only a short stretch of rapids to navigate 
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