I haven't kept a diary since I was a child and caught my father in my bedroom reading mine and having a good laugh. Naturally, it was all about him and my mother and how many times a week they were drunk:)

These days I remember very little and understand even less, so, tired of me borrowing her memory, a friend has gifted me a diary. No doubt I’ll now be publishing the minutiae of my daily doings here on Hive, to your endless fascination.