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)
.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.
