My fault?
My fault?

Here in London, the sun came out briefly enough the other day to convince many locked down residents that the long dark winter of Covid is giving way to a bright post-pandemic spring.

National leaders leapt smartly to their lecterns to deliver stern metaphors about removing feet from accelerators.

It is important, after all, to manage mass optimism carefully, lest people get carried away and start sitting on park benches.

The sunshine disappeared as quickly as it arrived.

Hopefully, however, the fat end of ...

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