I added a new postcard to the board above my desk.
(Which, I now realise, is a variation on the theme of the much older note above it to the left.)
I’m not, generally, much of a one for New Year as a time for New Beginnings and all that – after all, every day is the first day of a new year, if you take the capital letters away. But, despite some lovely sparkly bits (‘Thrive’, ‘Surrounded By Water’, lack of nasty lumps), I feel as though 2012 has ridden roughshod over me, and I’m very glad to see it kicking up its nasty old hooves as it vanishes over the horizon. And happy to put some nice fresh hay out for 2013. (You know what they say: every analogy limps. Which is tough, if you’re a horse analogy.)
So, Winston Churchill’s words hit the spot for me when I saw this postcard on a recent visit to the British Library. (I like to go and tip my bonnet to Jane Austen’s writing desk whenever I’m passing.)