This year needed my late grandmother and her outsized knickers.
In truth, most years need my Nan's underwear; but 2022, in particular, could have used her unique ability to celebrate the minutiae of life.
Her joie de vivre was as unrivalled as it was necessary. Whenever we visited as kids, if she felt that the mood was flagging, she'd pull out her Can-Can dance, a French high-kicking routine that involved lifting her skirt and flicking her heels in the air.
My grandmother had never been to France. She didn't
