Here in Cheltenham, we can be forgiven for getting weary. Weary of not being able to hug our friends. Weary of not being able to go to Whaddon Road to watch the football. Weary of worrying about jobs and livelihoods. Weary of not knowing if our children are going to be in the next bubble sent home from school. Like a distance runner who hits the ‘wall’ half-way through the race, physically we want...
