A lot of stuff goes round in my head so this is my place to jot it down. Monday, 27 August 2012. A letter to my childhood home. It will seem strange not coming back to you. A last look around before you are gone. There is the study where dad got up so early to work, to provide for us. There is the dining room table, only ever used at Christmas. There is the kitchen table.

Sunday, October 23, 2011. The Lord knoweth how to deliver the godly out of temptations, and to reserve the unjust unto the day of judgment to be punished. It made me think of Dad. Wednesday, October 5, 2011. Ground floor perfumery, stationery and leather goods, wigs and haberdashery. And Are You Being Served. Were the two shows which figured most on my childhood.