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.
Sunday, 6 September 2015
Tuesday 23rd February 1988
I feel absolutely rotten, I've got stomach ache I feel sick and tired, so I'm stopping now. I feel I don't necessarily have to write anything below this particular masterpiece.
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