Well.

If the last twelve months have taught us anything – and sadly, overall I suspect not – it’s that nothing – not raging bushfires, not a global pandemic – will be allowed to get in the way of our fireworks.

As was the case last year, there was much debate about whether the traditional New Year’s display was appropriate, and many calls to cancel; but as was also the case, in the end cancelling was viewed as unhelpful and depressing. A compromise was reached by clamping down on attendance, cancelling just the earlier, family-timeslot display and shortening the midnight celebration.

And let’s face it: few years ending have required celebrating more than this one just past.

I don’t often go in for communal activities but in 2020 I got into the spirit of things by having a crushing disaster of a year. Things have recently eased slightly, prompting extremely cautious optimism about many things, including my writing; but I’m not going to be stupid enough to make promises.

Instead, I will simply send best wishes to all our friends here, and join you, I imagine, in hoping for much better in 2021.

 
 

Liz Kingsley is the insane genius behind And You Call Yourself a Scientist!