I'm normally a sentimental sort of person. So it surprised me how ruthless i was, sorting through the eight years worth of letters, cards, and diaries in my bottom drawer while i was getting ready to move house. Ocasionally i'd stop and think 'maybe i'll want to remember this one day' or 'That's a good line - i should keep it and use it again!' But in the end it all went into the bin.

In the same spirit of ruthless revisionism, i'm done with this diary. After almost six years i think it's died a natural death. So i've moved diaries as well as homes.
I'm now here.

Obviously i might change my mind again later - you never know.