The Sack

Now, listen, 2020, you're looking rather tired, you seem well past your sell-by date,so sorry, mate- you're fired. It seems nobody's liked you since January first, you gave them all a headache then, and frankly, you've got worse. You've not delivered happiness, no, nowhere near enough, your driving skills have lapsed a lot, our journey's been quite rough. I'll give you two month's notice, then after that, you're gone, we've lined up a new replacement, he's called twenty twenty-one. He's promised us some vaccines, and holidays galore, and dustbins full of PPE, not littering the floor. I'm sorry that I've bought you in to give your wrists a slap, you've had all year to get things right but, really- you've been crap.