It seems almost incredible that just over a year ago, I was writing about the new sensation that was working from home.
It feels incredible not in a “hasn’t time flies?” kind of way, but more in a “was that only a year ago??” kind of way.
And now it’s Easter weekend, and for the second year running I won’t be travelling to spend it with my parents, although there are pencilled-in plans to visit them for my Dad’s birthday towards the end of the month, provided restrictions have been lifted sufficiently to allow such adventurous activity to happen, and also, of course, assuming he hasn’t gone and got himself a hospital bed like he did last year.
Anyway, there’s on tradition which lives on here at Dubious Towers, and that’s to post this blasphemous slice of camp glory: