And yes, it really is Friday 13. Eek.

Aaaaah. Friday. Next week off. Lots to do. Head hurts. I appear to be the only person in a department of seven doing anything that could be called ‘work’ today. Mind you, that work has… 

Yuk. I forgot how horrid Sheffield Crucible audiences are. Lots of the BMW, top hat and overcoat brigade. The type that go to the theatre because it’s expensive, not because they want to watch. Anyway,… 

Am heading to the Crucible in Sheffield now to watch, aptly, The Crucible. I am in no mood for a witch hunt but quite looking forward to a nice buffet in the reception room…

Getting to Grips went down very well, apparently, with the assembled throng at the Women’s Guild. Mother did me proud. She removed the obscenity and replaced it with just “B…” Other Guild folk told mum… 

It is light again! Both in the morning on the way into work and on the way back. The dark days are over and the clouds are lifting. Today, mother read a short piece I… 

Looked at a picture of Dresden today after it was bombed in WWII. Thought how much, with huge twisted bits of steel sticking up from the ground, it looked like the aftermath of September 11.… 

Lots of ignorant people in York today. Tourists, no doubt. People that don’t quite understand what the words, “Excuse me, please” mean unless you say them more than once in the busy bookshop you’re trying… 

Market researchers proved difficult to dodge today. “I’m a journalist, I’m not eligible,” I pleaded. “Oh, no, today you’re fine. Journalists can do this one.” Mad woman proved my eligibility for research into Kit Kats.… 

Day off today. Took M to Leeds Bradford Airport for an interview. Sat in the car, watching planes take off just a few feet away from me on the other side of a perimeter fence.…