I don’t know whether it’s the sound of the birds chirping, the scent of my daphne blooming, or the warmth of the sun streaming through my windows, but it feels like we’re settling into our new stride. Some refer to this as the “next normal” and I like that term. It suggests movement, not stasis, and that whatever new routines we adopt and whatever new expectations we come to hold we should be prepared to give up again.