This has been an interesting photo challenge. Interesting for me, that is, not you, my poor visitor. It can’t be very interesting for you to have to sit through people-you-don’t-know’s years. Especially since people tend only to take photos of the things that make them seem shiny.
It was interesting to me though because, before I did this, if someone had asked me, “how was your 2012?” I would have said, “Totally shite. Bloody awful. One of my worst years ever.” And yet, when I looked through my photos I found that there have been brilliant things in every single month of the year. Properly brilliant things – ones that made my heart sing happy songs – even though in the background I was in the throes of work-based misery. Of course, photos are a massive edit of your life – you don’t take pictures of yourself crying for days on a sofa or going to a funeral, etc. But even so – the fact that I was able to produce such a happy set of edited highlights shows there were some very highlighty highlights.
There’s a lesson in this. Something to do with the ways we view the world, etc. I won’t write it here in case it gets all fridge magnety.
In January I had lunch with friends. We made a list of stupid things we could do that afternoon. We chose number 7: getting a tattoo. It’s an interrobang.
In February half term I went back to visit my former place of work and we had a Valentines party. Cakes and biscuits were baked. Gluttony and merriment ensued. I’m not sure I will ever stop missing these people.
In March there always seems to be a few days of sunshine to remind us that the world won’t always be wet and dark. I had a day out with some best friends. Here’s me and H at The Watering Hole, a bar on Perranporth Beach, laughing. We like laughing. And beaches.
In April spouse and I went on a so-rare-as-to-be-almost-nonexistent weekend break in Totnes. I can’t remember why Totnes. We found an artist in a sidestreet selling off all his paintings cheap so he could start afresh. This is the artist and the painting we bought. We though it was romantic, but everyone else says it’s creepy.
In May it’s my birthay. I was a bt unhappy in my new job. I received this from my old colleagues and friends. It made me smile like I’d had a lobotomy all day long.
June is also Murdoch Day in Redruth. William Murdoch was a key figure in the development of steam engines in mining, and also the first man to light a domestic house with gas. I live on the street he lived on and this is one of the men who have built a replica Murdoch Flier – his first steam engine. On the morning of Murdoch Day I found them wandering up and down our street looking for somewhere to fill their water tanks. Unfortunately our taps were the wrong shape so I can’t claim the steam as my own. But it was fun to be part of things, and hasn’t this man got the best steam engine beard ever?
In July it became clear that son 2’s new relationship was going to be a serious one.
In August I had some perfect days out with those friends again. H wrote this on a rock in Tintagel. “Bolth” is a made-up word we use to mean all of us.
In September H and I went to meet our lovely friend T’s much longed-for baby for the first time. After lots and lots of hope and sadness, here she is. Sometimes it’s hard not to use the word ‘miracle’ even if you’re a hardcore atheist and you know it would probably not have been possible without science.
In October I found myself with time to spend with spouse. We went for walks. Here he is offering a fiver to a horse.
In October, too, I went to a Martin Parr exhibition on the day it was closed. Stupid.
In November we were adopted by a brown spaniel.
In December we saw son 1 for the first time in a year
In December, too, spouse found some creative ways to avoid having to decide on an actual Christmas present. Here is some money sewn into a banana skin.
And here is possibly the best present a spouse can give. Not sure why there’s a happy Hitler on it, but still.