Honestly, who knows? Part of the joy of this life is forgetting and then being reminded. A lot of details from this year are already vanishing into haze, and many were inflected with hormones such that, while I remember that there was joy or pain or sheer hell, I don’t remember how.
But this was a more simply memorable moment, opening an archive box that arrived in the post to find it full of individually wrapped presents from my team. For the most part work seems like a different universe, but I do have great colleagues, and it was lovely to catch up with those that I saw at the office the other day.
Kathleen Jowitt 