2012 - not a year of unbridled joy, despite Olympics, Royal Jubilee, etc.
2013 - more austerity, fiscal cliff*, and the weather here in dear old Blighty has been unusually foul recently. But alongside all such gloom, there are the patterns of individual lives, hopes, fears, despairs.
You know all the stuff about the 1970s being awful? Well, there was a lot of awfulness about in the 70s (Winter of D, IRA, loon pants...), but that was the decade in which my children were born, I had a really nice job, and it's full of happy memories. My 70s are not the 70s of facile TV soundbites and retrospectives. It had its horrors and terrors, like any decade. How futile is it, to sum up a year, let alone a decade?
The above photo is a wall panel set in a splendid relief mural on the outside of the Bristol Eye Hospital. Here's what it says: