A re-cap of the last twelve months (give or take a few weeks) covering all that went on in and around it as seen through my eyes. A year full of great independence and artistic expression, of travel backwards and forwards between France and England, of pain in purse and wallet for the British, three terrific book tours, blistering live poetry performances, the death of a Queen, Ukraine invaded by an ex-KGB thug, the Covid19 wind-down, an innovative new film based on an old film, new theatre productions, new friends made and old friends rediscovered and almost forty books read and recorded - a forest of tiny pin-pricks of events and happenings in the life of a relative nobody set against the infinitesimal black curtain of endless space. My life in 2022. I thank the fates for it.