«Well my goodness me, where did that last decade go? A few days ago I received a Christmas card from the folks at Nyon council with a lovely bird’s eye view of a snowy Nyon and the numbers 2020 in large letters emblazened on the front. It was not a prompt of a council meeting that will take place at twenty past eight at night, but a sudden reminder that in a few days time we will be moving, not just into a New Year but a new decade. Apologies for the corny joke, you couldn’t really expect anything else. It was inevitable after more than ten years of writing for this newspaper and pulling out the puns at any opportunity.
So although this new decade may have crept up on me, a lot of my diary is already planned for next year. There are the obvious dates that need...