It's the end of the year review time again, and as usual I find myself not really wanting to answer questionnaires or compile lists. After all, the review of the year is really the totality of the journals -- flickr, twitter, tumblr and here, of course. There are new things and good things that happened this year; lots of births and weddings, excitements and changes, and discoveries. On the whole I'd look on 2010 for me as a year of learning, practising, rehearsing, laying foundations, exploring, discovering. It's a pretty good way to spend a year:



January: Month of crystals and snowstorms, some real, some made of art. This is at Seizure -- half a ground floor flat tuned into a bright blue crystal garden.



February: Month of domestic/romance. This photo was taken shortly before Harlequin was finally allowed out, which was around Valentine's day.



March: Month of the Garden. Bulbs popped up, buds burst, and there was a general and pretty thrilling green explosion out back.



April: Month of visits. Mum and Clive came to Oxford (which is lovely in April) and I got to see her amazing 65 Tarns book.



May: Month of Dinosaurs. Also music, the first wedding of the season and a revolutionary may day party to remember (and an election to forget)

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June: Month of the tow path. My morning commute became a happy round of rowers, sun, goslings, cygnets and morning drunks.



July: Month of pure busy. This is me on the zip wire at squigglyruth's hen party, taken by elleblue, I was sorting out a destroyed computer and didn't upload a thing all month.



August: Month of Milton Keynes. I flew owls, experienced culture, rebuilt computer, went to London for more art, did an end of the world workshop at Caption.



September: Month of the giddy whirl. Second wedding, second hen night, comics launch night, rebuilding the bedroom and skittering back and forth to London, Bath and IKEA.



October: Month of the imploding career. Things get weird at work; I attend a local government innovation event; write a grant proposal for something I'm not, but could be.



November: Month of the family wedding. I give a speech and we have a sunny walk along Bournemouth beach, see a butterfly.



December: Month of the deep freeze. Ice all across the Thames, snow, terrifying fogs and glittering hoar frosts. Uncertainty and deep cuts.