There is an illustration that does the rounds on Twitter from time to time which tickles me in a profound sort of way. It’s from Arthur Lobel’s Frog and Toad series, the children’s books, and shows the pyjamaed Toad sitting up in bed frowning over the day’s to-do list. The caption reads: “‘I have done that,’ said Toad, and he crossed out: Wake Up.”
If you get it, you get it. Life needs divvying up sometimes, and top of my 2023 to-do list — after waking-up — will be to keep up with what’s going on a little bit better, because this year seems to have become the one I finally lost touch with reality. Proceedings for my divorce from real life began a year or so ago after I had lunch with Sir Richard Branson on Necker Island and someone giggled knowingly about something called White Lotus. It went forgotten until this Tuesday, when WhatsApp began sinking under a flood of Jennifer Coolidge memes. Oh, I thought, everyone else is in on this. I still don’t understand.
