I've been flicking through people's journals, catching up on the last year of friend's lives and it's inspired me to write something down. I realise that as the years go by, my memory has changed and I can no longer recall stories and events without a trigger. As these triggers can never be counted on, I have come to the conclusion that I haven't written down nearly enough about my life to satisfy my sentimental heart. This, I find to be a great tragedy and I apologies to myself for my shortcomings... read more