Diaries

Last night was fairly quiet. I was looking through some of my old diaries and journals. They go back to when I was eleven, so it is quite interesting to look through them. Mostly my life then was pretty similar to how it is now, but it is quite surprising the way that memory plays tricks. I am glad that I managed to save them all.

Work was more or less the same as usual. There was more work in today anyway. I got home at around six.