I did it last year and look back on that month with a huge amount of fondness, the increased mental clarity, getting up at the crack of dawn to watch the sun rise and bounce off the Victorian sphinxes in Crystal Palace Park, the panic attacks that had bedevilled my previous year's winter now consigned to the dustbin through beta blockers and CBT, optimism, focus, sharpness, purpose, easy not to drink, no need. But that was in, if you'll excuse the hack Twitter parlance, "the before times".
This year I'm required to go into central London to work during a time when covid had decided to considerably up its game in a last chance power drive to claim as many victims as it can before vaccination hoys it into history's dustbin. Looking at the transmissibility of this new total git variant of the spiteful armoured bollock, and factoring in that I'll have couriers in and out of my street facing office day in day out, I think it'll be a miracle if I don't catch a dose before it's finally my turn for the jab sometime in the summer. Or knowing the fucking Tories and their grifting incompetence Winter 2022. So yeah, no promises, probably gonna have the odd can in Jan.