What has happened is this: the pandemic forced us to take a socialising gap year, after which we rushed out to be with our nearest and dearest, with whom we shared all the heavy, inward thinking we had done while locked up at home. That, basically, was the second half of 2021: one long, arduous DMC, with some Omicron for dessert. But enough is enough. Life is in full swing and the simple question needs to be asked… why so serious? There is plenty to be worried and stressed about in the modern day but can we, ahead of summer, just pretend that ignorance is bliss? Don’t we deserve that? There is barely a soul out there who has been left unscathed in the pandemic years, but instead of talking about it, can we just not?