1988 was dull if you were 11...

I had an idyllic childhood, growing up in a small village on the very edge of the Peak District with Sheffield a single bus journey away. I decided to write a diary. This quickly became a chore and thus the scant document of my life at this tender age makes it look like I was just plain bored the whole time. All of the grammar, spellings and capitalisation etc are copied as written from my diary from the 1st part of 1988. This, unfortunately is the only diary I have ever kept.

Thursday, 10 March 2011

Saturday 13th February 1988

I had a nose bleed this morning, George has been sick twice and we went to Chesterfield, that's all that happened today 1 day to go!!!!!!

For flips sake! This is possibly the most newsworthy day so far in this terrible series of dull events and it gets 2 whole lines. George was the dog by the way.

We went to Chesterfield quite a lot, I went there a few weeks ago and it's entirely different but exactly the same if you know what I mean.

1988 was dull if you were 11...

Thursday, 10 March 2011

Saturday 13th February 1988

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