LUKE MARSDEN: 2020 has been a washout!

As the rain pelted against my (open) windows this week, the heat too warm to sleep in I jolted out of bed realising my bedroom was about to turn into the deck of the Titanic, it’s at that moment I said aloud (to myself) this year has been a washout.
It never rains but it poursIt never rains but it pours
It never rains but it pours

Don’t get me wrong, the weather has been excellent the only literal washout I nearly had was my curtains in the freak thunderstorms we’ve been having.

At the height of lockdown, the weather was glorious, but can you honestly remember a year on record that has been as turbulent as this one? 2020 started with so much promise but the reality is looking to be more than socially distant away from the dream.

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As the R rate continues to rise in areas of Greater Manchester as Wiganers we’re still being punished by this ridiculous regional lockdown.

This year has been so ludicrously unpredictable that if you saw it on a Coronation Street storyline, you’d think it was too unbelievable even for the cobbles.

I asked my dad to sum up this year in a word for my column, regrettably the word he used I can’t write but it’s linked to a part of the male anatomy. On my Facebook timeline this week, people have been randomly sharing their New Year’s Eve status, most read how 2020 was going to be their year.

Well unless they have shares in Carex I highly doubt this has been anyone’s year.

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As summer 2020 begins to wrap up in the next few weeks, we can take comfort in knowing that next summer cannot be any worse although on the plus side I don’t think we’ve been issued a hosepipe ban yet, we’ve got to take a silver lining where we can get it right?