2022 in the Mirror
First, let’s do a monthly overview of what I can remember happening in 2022. It was a long year.
January
Nothing special, honestly. Off to a good start here.
February
Tentative steps into selling our flat were rudely interrupted by a giant windstorm that took out all the fences in the back. Would we be able to fix them before lining up viewings? No. The giving away of stuff begins.
March
Everyone got COVID. It wasn’t that bad but didn’t make for a great birthday. House viewings (after we were all better) led to a flood of offers in a couple of days. In hindsight, this was maybe the best possible time to sell.
I flew to Toronto to cash in my permanent residence. Then I flew to Edmonton for the weekend to hang about. Then back to Toronto. Then back to London. This was a tiring experience, but I saw a hockey game.
April
The fences get fixed, nobody cares except for the £600 hole in my bank account. Ate one or more Colin the Caterpillar cakes for the Child’s birthday.
May
Did a race for the first time since COVID was a thing. It went well! I’m not sure what happened for the rest of the month but I seem to have just stopped for a while here.
Also went to Dublin for a bit.
June
Saw my first gig in four or five years, and then two more in quick succession, all in the Brixton Academy.
July
One foot out the door. Went to the final of the Women’s Euros with England v Germany at Wembley, but the Child did not have the stamina for extra time so we had to flee.
August
Chaos. Family leaves. London hit 40 degrees celsius. I have work leaving drinks. Ran a marathon for no particular reason. In one way or another I got rid of every single item in the flat, given away, binned, sold, boxed up and shipped, put carefully into a soft crate (cats), eaten, forgotten, used, and on and on and on and on. House sale is finalised. I fly to Toronto and stay there.
September
As little as possible. The Boy turned two, we had a small party while I waited to get my driver’s licence for SEVEN HOURS.
October
Did a half marathon, new PB. Switched work teams, now mostly working with a Paris-based one. Remains to be seen whether this was a good idea. Got bitten by a squirrel.
November
It snowed. Everyone got very sick. I don’t think these things are related.
December
Snow, cold, still somehow managed to eke out 200 km running.