It’s November and I’m sad. Over the years I have come to dread November, because if anything goes wrong, it goes spectacularly wrong in November. Perhaps this was a self-fulfilling prophecy, perhaps it’s SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder), but it always seemed to become easier to feel more cheerful in December with its Christmas lights. This year is no exception and I’ve found that recently my optimism has evaporated somewhat. The Covid virus is surging again, and I doubt if we’ll adjust our lifestyles enough to learn to live with it. Initial enthusiasm for, and commitment to, a green recovery, which…
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