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Did You Miss Me?

 Well, I hope so.

Yes, I know what you're thinking - 'oh look at the date, it'll be one of those New Year Resolution thingies and it's bound to go tits up within days' etc etc, and to be honest, I'm almost inclined to agree with you. However, it's not as if I'm going to be inundated with work any time soon, considering the latest Lockdown, so, I may as well be productive.

And there's that voice again: 'if it's lockdown-related, how come you didn't do any in the FIRST lockdown?'

Because. That's why. Just because.

Now, I'm not sure how far I will take this, but this is, in fact, a multi-pronged approach in action. I'll be keeping this blog for generic stuff - observations, politics, cycling, possibly recipes and daftness abundant - and  maintaining a couple of others for my professional side, that is, all the stuff where I have to metaphorically wear a suit and tie and keep smiling politely, if not slightly insanely. 

Anyway, that's the plan. I have, God knows how, managed to keep my head above water all through the past year of pandemic pandemonium, but now it could all be about to get...trickier. Let's see what happens.

And as for the question at the top - well, I miss you. I miss you all more than you could know.

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