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Mostly you will find, here, transcribed entries from the secret diary that I used to keep as a teenager between 1970 and 1975. I try to be honest with my transcriptions, but, just occasionally I do edit, to protect myself or others from embarrassment or some other emotion.
Also, though, I like to do a brief review of the books I have been reading, so these are interspersed throughout. I reserve the right to write blog entries, also, about other random things.
Why do I keep this blog? I don't know. I am an academic and one of my research interests is around how people construct their own identities. The diary transcriptions, and what I write about my books, are very much about revealing something of my identity.

Friday, 29 January 2010

the house that I live in

I'm not sure if we should move house. This house is too small. I nag Paul that it is too small, all the time. Now he has found a house for sale which we have looked at twice. It is lovely. But is it too remote? Do I want to leave my lovely neighbours? And if we move, we could get the Victorian furniture out of storage and hang all our pictures, and I would have somewhere to put my plantpots.
I hate making decisions.
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  1. Carol Stott1 February 2010 at 13:19

    Where is the remote house? We live in a small village, no pub, two churches and only one shop. Post Office that sells nothing but stamps and envelopes, pop and crisps. Otherwise empty. Sometimes I would love to live right in the middle of a big city in one of those warehouse things. Rarely, admittedly. Otherwise remote sounds good.

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  2. Jackie T3 February 2010 at 02:58

    I dream about city living too - restaurants, theatres, bars. Then I look out at my hills, and I'm glad I'm where I am. Possible new house in Rossendale, but further out - adds 15 minutes to my work journey - doesn't sound a lot, but .......

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