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It’s been a year since the first coronavirus lockdown began. The restrictions have been temporarily relaxed a few times allowing some aspects of normal life to resume. However, even at these times the influence of the pandemic has been felt as we tried, tentatively, to pick up where we left off with the spectre of a second (and now possibly a third) wave lurking ominously in the shadows. At a very mundane and superficial level, it is a year since I last sat down for a coffee in Starbucks, a year since I went out without a face mask, and a year since I entered a public building without going through the ritual of hand sanitising. What has it meant for you? 365 days of unemployment or wondering how to make ends meet. 365 days of loneliness, cut off from personal and meaningful relationships. More or less 365 days of full time child care. 365 days of putting off that visit to the doctor. 365 days of grief, having experienced bereavement early on. 365 days of domestic tension. 365 days