DP would have still been in his shitty job if not thrown under the bus by his dodgy boss to cover up their wrongdoing, so wouldn't have got several thousand pounds as settlement. He wouldn't have got the job he has now, as his predecessor wouldn't have left.
I might have progressed a little higher more quickly. Or I'd have jacked it in as the most difficult people wouldn't have opted to leave rather than return.
I wouldn't have heard tawny owls in the hedge opposite my bedroom window in the town centre. They'd have never flown this far in normal conditions. Or heard birdsong all day.
My journey time wouldn't have reduced by an hour due to fewer cars on the road with people still working from home.
I wouldn't have been fast tracked to a new biologic.
I'd still be claustrophic when indoors for more than a couple of hours.
We might have seen DP's grandma whilst she still remembered him. We would have seen more of his family and travelled more, working on festivals and gigs.
I wouldn't have discovered just how much I hate Teams and actually prefer getting up, travelling to work and seeing actual human beings.
I wouldn't have spent months gasping for breath and my heart feeling like it was about to burst, then having to learn to go outside again and develop the physical strength to do so. And might not have persuaded DP to go for a run with me in 2021 that led him to become the fittest and strongest he's ever been.
But that's what happens. Life happens, time happens, good things and bad. We can't know what the future brings and we can't know exactly what would have happened had this fizzled out like SARS did.