Verboten

It is forbidden to sit on this bench. As it is to do so many normal things this year.

I'm waiting to hear the test results of someone whom I have been in contact with for more than 30 minutes, indoors. I really hope we don't have to self isolate.

Now it is the end of Newsnight, and that means bedtime. Unfortunately I am supposed to have read fifty pages of a new book by three o'clock tomorrow. I have not started yet. Meanwhile, there will be work in the morning, a return to cookery, albeit in a microwave-y, socially distanced format. All baked goods must be consumed on the premises.

Roll on, 2021!