2020 - A Planning Themed Poem
Ah 2020, we said, some time on new years eve, What a nice round number, how fun that ought to be. Imagining all the projects the next 12 months might hold, The planning legislation, we hoped might soon unfold. The GMSF will be, no doubt, a strategic planning win, And the white paper, shaking things up, a new era could begin. A few more days of festive rest, then back to work said we, Tipsy, and optimistic about how the year might be. Things started out the way you’d think, dry January, new me, But then they slightly came unstuck, and suddenly you’d see - Talk of case numbers in the news, and graph lines surely rising… And… bumping elbows in the pub, I guess it was surprising, But we realised, slowly at first, then all at once, that everything would change - 2020, it transpired, was frightening and strange. Like a Local Plan examination, the year rolled on and on, Some were furloughed, some lost work, our certainty was gone. We couldn’t see our families, we could see our frie...