I honestly did try to do some work on my bloody modernism essay, but I’m afraid that this close to Christmas it’s just a sheer impossibility to do work – instead I’m enjoying being with my family and workig (pleasure!)…

The bliss of a good, long lie in. I’m happy, refeshed, and joyful that I did at last manage to snatch a few brief words with Kirstie, and find out what has happened.

My Christmas desire was granted today – I got to speak to Kirstie (Leonard) after the post round, and I found out how she’s getting on… She’s at Plymouth College now doing Linguistics and Sociology, and really enjoying college life….

The Christmas Tree has gone up at last. These moments feel really Christmassy but it’s now way the same as the magic of last year. Perhaps I’m trying to relive those happy memories … perhaps that that is the mistake…

The charm or rather the novelty of the Christmas post is wearing off. Each day at 7:30 it’s down to the sorting office to deliver letters to people who are still sleeping. It’s a hard slog in reality … and…

A bitterly cold day, I’m out delivering the post trying desperately to avoid the terrible dog smells of The Pippins, and Orchard Lane, my nose is running. OUt of tissues, I plead in Blunderson’s only shop for something to blow…

Ideas come, and ideas go. When I stand on street corners waiting to be picked up with the post I find myself, not planning out my story to myself, but auguing how to arrange a sequence of film so that…

Bitterly cold today – almost sad to have come down from the warm north. Fog looms, hiding the gentle dliciousness of frosg, and the festive needs of coloured lights.

First full day of Christmas Holls, and I’m settling back into home comforts, but I find I am missing something from Hall life – I’m not sure what it is, there’s some closeness, unidentifiable, yet hanging onto me, pulling me…

Departing from a now deserted room, leaving the chill north and making my way home on the train, I am left, as we travel through the fog and frosty Fens, to ponder the memories of Sally. I hate it –…

Broke the confidence barrier today – well tonight. The Hall Party – the first official one I think, and I went from sitting down, to standing up, and then finally learning to dance, under the guidance of pushy neighbours who…

As with last year, love seems to have taken over my emotions. The crispy whiteness of a Northern Winter with the almost snow like frost echo’s in some eery way what I feel for Sally, as she balances with perfect…

With a crispy-cold sunshine reflecting on the thick, frozen frost I donned my warmest coat and made for Hanley to visit the brilliant drawing exhibition at the art museum there. The Christmasy trip was not complete without the scary appearance…

Lasting happiness is here – christmas is upon us – the seeds are sowed, the magic is set,the pizza’s are steaming hot, Press Gang is on – what else could one desire…???

The Christmas magic is again different to last years. For last year it suddenly came and was sustained through from the end of November to Christmas Day itself. Whereas this year it has been sprinkling it’s magic across the months…

Christmas. That ellusive creature that has been dangling it’s sily chains from the sky in selected outbursts for years now has finally come. I have Christmas magic-faery lights up, carols are playing in Asda and the magic is upon us.

Today was one of those days that make me glad I am alive – the right things seem to happen – I have been friends with everyone, people talk to me, and my work looks good. So what can possibly…

Looking back from last year I see my luck has been running through on this day… Although Jan Maloney did pull my work appart – it was constructive criticism and useful for me to think about – and anyway when…