Wednesday, 16 February I wonder, sometimes, about what type of person I’d be if there was someone watching me all the time. A shadow that I could never escape from. Somebody who was there silently scrutinising my every move, my every action, my every inaction! Would I be a nicer person? Would I give money…

Tuesday, 8 Feb Went running today. The old guy that looks like a skinny Santa passed me as we were going up a hill. I guess it wasn’t really a hill hill, but it wasn’t flat either and he made it look like it was actually nothing at all. I don’t have runner’s legs. There…