I feel like it’s taken this long to put a spring back in our steps, so I make that a full 18 months. 18 months of uncertainty, anxiety and fear. 18 months of getting our heads round the virtual world, grappling with Zoom, and seeing our own faces too much. 18 months of switching between going hell for leather and retreating into our caves to eat crisps. 18 months of our worlds feeling a whole lot smaller than before.