May 7th 2002

May 7th 2002

It's been a while since I picked this up. I should make it a habit really, especially with my job. All these things to remember - get these parts from this supplier by this date, brief the team on this production line to do that with this and when. Yes. A diary would make that so much easier. 

Other than that? Thoughts and feelings. That's what you're supposed to put in a diary. Thoughts and feelings. Comment on the weather. What I had for lunch today. Chicken sandwich. Things like that. 

None of that 'dear diary' stuff. That's for children. And I don't intend to show this to anyone. Might be personal things, you never know. 

So I'll start today. It's the seventh of May and it's getting warmer. Not long now until I can take a holiday down by the lake. Beautiful place. Bled me dry for a little while with the price but I don't regret it. The view of the sun coming through the trees on the hill and the light splashing over the deep blue lake... and it's warm there too. Harvey used to love it, so did Mike. 

Mike. 

[Note from poster: unintelligible scribbling follows for a few lines and normal handwriting continues.]

The past. Move on, Colin. Move on. 

Hmm. A month and a bit to go until I can leave this dump of a town and go on holiday. 

One month, fourteen days.