THERE’S a vaccine coming, unless the Tories f**k it up, and after the inevitable January lockdown life could return to normal. Make resolutions accordingly:
No more f**king Zoom calls
They were necessary when none of us could leave the house. But at least in the old world when Margaret from finance was droning about the car-crash of this year’s budget, you couldn’t see your own slumped form in the corner, pallid, obese and broken.
Never leaving the pub early again
We should apologise to pubs. We took them for granted and assumed their boozy wonderfulness would always be there for us, day and night. And they closed their doors and we regretted every moment we’d not spent in them. Never again. Pub at lunchtime. Pub every day. Popping for a swift half will once again be a four-hour session.
Moving the home gym to the loft
2020 was a year to exercise, because there was f**k all else to do with your racing adrenalin. But next year once we’re vaccinated and invincible the treadmills, punchbags and kettle bells can bugger off up the loft, along with everything else we’re leaving for history.
Sending the kids off anywhere
Grandparents, sisters, cubs leaders: they’ve had a year off. Time for them to look after the kids every other weekend, minimum. Really teachers should start doing a shift on a Saturday evening. We’ve got a lot of pub time to catch up on, as well as sleeping in until noon and the greasiest of fry-ups.
Spending fortunes on holidays we can’t afford
‘It’s made me realise to seize the moment while you can,’ we all nod sagely while using the pandemic as an excuse to book a fortnight in Bali. ‘It could happen any time,’ we opine while planning three weeks on the slots in Vegas. ‘Covid made me appreciate life is so precious,’ we say while booking two months above a brothel in Amsterdam.