New Year Ditty

New Year Ditty

We toasted 2020 sat in the pub.
A G&T, a Yorkshire blonde and some good honest grub.
We both had new jobs, a change, our future looked bright.
Then a little virus from China turned our big dreams to sh*te.
So the nasty virus came, And everyday was the same.
Then suddenly 'his' job was no more. And we both had an ugly cry on the kitchen floor.
Along came Rishi. A nations saviour.
Paying everyone's salaries, what galant behaviour.
He gave us a breather, a moment for pause.
While simultaneously scrutinising every clause.
Meanwhile, so many people were suffering sorrow and loss,
None more so than my wonderful colleagues and boss.
Beloved Issy, you were loved and so funny.
A Sunvil family treasure and in charge of the money.
Now Chris is at the spreadsheets, is he doing it right?
Regardless your memory will always shine strong and bright.
Despite everything, in travel, jobs were no more.
And we probably all, again, had an cry on the kitchen floor.
But some good has come.
My Mum and Dad packed up the family home and were done.
New memories await, excitement and trepidation.
As we all await the important vaccination.
A glimmer of hope in this excellent vaccine.
Injections for the elderly, the vulnerable and I hope, the Queen.
So as we enter 2021 I wish you all the best.
Health, happiness and the rest.
I'm sure we all enter the next year with trepidation, hope and lots of maybes.
But one thing's for sure.. I won't be having any more babies.

By Sophie Fayle, Trade Sales Manager