Like Nelly I don't think much happened in 2013.
In January it was very cold and I was very sick for what seemed like weeks. I was too ill to celebrate my birthday and missed the T S Eliot poetry gig at the RFH. I was very unhappy about this. I also went for a walk in Kent on a very dank and damp day.
In February I had a week off work which I spent at home. It was such a good idea to do this and I managed to sort out a few things that had been bothering me for some time. I also wrote a blog post which a lot of people seemed to like.
One of the things I did during my week at home was book a long weekend in Florence. In March I went to Italy for the first time. I spent the weekend of St Patrick's day there alone and it was brilliant. Finally I got to see some of the art I wrote essays about when I was 17 and knew nothing except that art seemed really important and there was more to life than the miserable conflict ridden hole that was Northern Ireland. Florence did not disappoint even if it was cold and rainy. The pizza and ice cream I ate in touristy restaurants was excellent.
In April on two consecutive weekends I entertained two nieces, the Surly and the Unsurly, and both were delightful in their own ways. The Unsurly niece hasn't visited that often and we spent an exhausting day or two crammed with sight seeing. In April it was also two years since my mother died.
At the beginning of May I realised that I am never going to be completely satisfied at work if I continue doing what I'm doing. Unfortunately having realised this I have no idea what I'm going to do about it.
At the end of the month I set off on the final lag of the camino de Santiago and in early June I reached the ends of the earth. I enjoyed this section more than the others despite realising after I finished it that I had walked all 600 miles of the camino in boots that were too small for me. I would like to do another long distance walk.
July was hot. I went to Leitrim, along with most of my family, to celebrate my sister's Party of Everything. It was fun.
In August it was still hot apart from the weekend when I went walking in Kent and it rained in torrents. At the end of the month Seamus Heaney died and I was heartscalded almost as if I'd lost a relative. I visited his grave in September as we were home for Nelly's birthday. I spent a week in the black North in a rented house in Glenarm. I ran everyday I was there.
In October there was a storm and the Surly Niece came to stay again. The two events were not related.
In November I blogged every day which was hard work and not just for me. The low point of the month was locking myself out of my own flat.
In December I ran the fastest 5K ever. Kerry Sister came to visit and then I went to her house for Christmas. The weather was atrocious and as I had managed to fall, again, there was very little exercise done. I came back to London for a couple of days and then flew to San Francisco and I'm still here.
As years go it wasn't the worst. I travelled more than usual and saw a lot of my family.
I'm hoping though that 2014 will bring some kind of change. I'm not sure yet what it might be but one can only hope.