So looking back at the version of this post from last year, I was committed to getting back in to work and foreign travel. I didn’t achieve either.
I did get a first grandson, I did walk London corner to corner and I did walk the Edinburgh bypass (which I had been talking about for four years).
I sold 40 copies of Tales of Paranoia by Robert Crumb and a Batman #423 I found in a charity shop. I recovered that data from my future son-in-law’s corrupt SD card (like a 1337 H4X0R) and I jerry-built an adaptor for our foot pump to inflate my youngest daughter’s air bed (like I’m Isambard Kingdom Brunel).
I saw a bunch of great gigs (all of this year’s TFEH shows, Jeffrey Lewis, Rezillos, the Mekons, Sexual Objects, Nectarine No. 9, the Pastels and many more) and played records with my vinyl group friends each month.
My todo list at this point is little changed from this time last year and my big worries are much the same. But generally I’m taking pleasure living in the moment and enjoying time spent with my wife, my family and friends. And that’s mostly what I’m going to keep on doing.