It’s many years since I completed a jigsaw, but recently I came across a partly completed puzzle of a Spitfire flying into the sunset. It struck me that we vary hugely as individuals and yet we approach many problems in exactly the same way.
Most people, maybe all people, start with the corner pieces of a jigsaw. Then all the edges are completed to create the overall size of the puzzle. Then the detail and finally the undifferentiated areas like the sky. Pretty standard stuff.
We don’t just approach jigsaws in this way, but pretty much any problems or questions we have generally.
It seems like we have had to wait an age, but there is finally some positive movement in the markets. It’s about time too.
We have all received our quarterly statements from Nucleus and it has not made for comfortable reading. The markets fell dramatically in the last quarter and the statement reflects the value at the beginning of January. That was just about the nadir of the recent slump.
2018 was a year to forget for us as investors. It was about damage limitation after the year’s earlier peaks. However I hope 2018 was a year to remember for you as an individual. Let me take this opportunity of wishing you and your family all the best for 2019.
As 2018 closed, like the All World Index shown above, we found ourselves counting our losses. The synchronised global growth I described last year has turned into a synchronised global slump. In the same blog I went on to say;
Although the primary trend is for a long term rise in share values, make no mistake there will be more hiccups along the way. A short term downturn or two is common within a long term uptrend. We have not witnessed a non-political hiccup for almost 2 years.
If we view our investment lifetimes as a war, then we lost a battle in 2018. Similar to those we lost in 2011, 2008 & 2000.
The expression was brought to modern prominence by Queen Elizabeth II in a speech to Guildhall on 24 November 1992, marking the 40th anniversary of her accession, in which she described the year as an annus horribilis.
1992 is not a year on which I shall look back with undiluted pleasure. In the words of one of my more sympathetic correspondents, it has turned out to be an annus horribilis.