Dear Diary

1 Jan: washed hair
2 Jan: watched Scooby Doo. VG.
3 Jan: Maths test - 16/20
6 Jan: skipped down High street, crushing puny humans beneath my mighty copper feet
8 Jan: washed hair
27 July: just found this diary again!
28 July: washed hair

And here the entries stopped. (Actually, there was one more on January 11th, but I should probably hold something back for the Daily Mail serialisation).

Fast forward 35 years, and I would have blipped my pile of birthday loot, but they're almost all eBooks and they don't photograph well. I've got:-

The Surfacing by Cormac James
A Man Lies Dreaming by Lavie Tidhar
Academy Street by Mary Costello
The Book of Strange New Things by Michel Faber
The Book of Gold Leaves by Mirza Waheed
The Visionist by Rachel Urquhart
The Boundless by Kenneth Opel
F by Daniel Kehlmann
Some Luck by Jane Smiley
Funny Girl by Nick Hornby
All The Days And Nights by Niven Govinden
The Architect's Apprentice by Elif Shafak
Getting Colder by Amanda Coe
Peace And Conflict by Irene Sabatini
H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald
The Notebook by Agota Kristof
A Book of Death And Fish by Ian Stephen
The Interestings by Meg Wolitzer
A Place Called Winter by Patrick Gale
The Lost Child by Caryl Phillips

Also book group tonight, where we are discussing Becoming Jane Eyre by Shelia Kohler. It's in the 'Piggy-backing Fiction - Frankly Not Enough Stuff Made Up By Author' genre, which isn't one of my favourites.


Given my diary track record, chances of not blipping tomorrow are high, so just in case:-

13th October - will wash hair