
In a rotten omen of things to come, I started 2020 quite ill with flu-like symptoms, and had to miss a New Year's Party. I was just about well enough a few days later to, in a move that would be shocking now, travel to London on the train for a couple of art exhibitions I'd booked. For the other weekends, I watched Frozen 2 at the cinema, signed An Important Thing, and made vegetarian haggis for Burns Night.
( Olafur Eliasson at the Tate Modern )( The Moon at the Natural History Museum. )