Romantic? Maybe. But my relationship with my husband has taught me that love is about solidarity
To understand how 2020 changed me, we first need to turn the clock back to June 2019.
I had flown to Australia to take part in a fellowship programme. My friend (and Guardian columnist) Owen Jones was there for a conference that was happening at the same time, and on a chilly Friday night in Melbourne’s midwinter, we found ourselves in a bar overlooking the Yarra River. “There’s someone who works in Australian politics I want to talk to,” said Owen. We wandered around until we eventually found the guy, and a surprise: he had brought a friend.
