As Maciej put it:
I feel that if I start explaining why I have not written sooner, I’ll end up not finishing this post at all, so instead let me just skip that part altogether.
Following reflections on 2018, 2019 and 2020 and having fixed a drier, recharged a car battery and eaten far too much over the past fortnight, it’s time to consider the 2021st year of the Common Era.
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This time last year we moved in with my parents for “the foreseeable” following the death of my grandfather and only a day or two before Coronavirus tier 4 was introduced.
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We stayed for six months, only returning to London to sell our flat and leave the city after calling it home for 12 years.
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We moved to Ilkley, a town picked largely at random and because it is approximately 30-40 minutes’ drive from both my and E’s families.
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C gets to see his grandparents almost weekly and we all celebrated his second birthday together.
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After seven months in West Yorkshire, I’m slowly losing confidence in how to pronounce the word “butter”.
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Last year’s weeknotes began with new running shoes and E and I managed weekly runs while living at my parents’ but—despite our proximity to the moor—the rest of the year has been much more sedentary.
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I’m still working my way through two boxes of Hallowe’en sweets.
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While E and I are fully vaccinated and now boosted, the month before Christmas was mostly spent miserable with various colds brought home from nursery by C.
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I overcame my fear of modern CSS by taking Josh Comeau’s “CSS for JS” course.
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Almost all of the TV shows I watched involved some sort of comforting competition between skilled craftspeople: The Great Pottery Throwdown, The Great British Bake-Off, Handmade: Britain’s Best Woodworker, MasterChef: The Professionals.
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I remain incapable of properly relaxing and the daily routine of having a two year old certainly hasn’t helped. Working from home has been fantastic for many reasons but it adds to the Groundhog Day feeling of the past year. I’m not entirely sure how to address that but I’ll start by trying to see local friends with greater regularity than once every few months.
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As for my deteriorating fitness: my hamstrings currently ache from my first run in months and I will attempt to run along the River Wharfe every weekend.