Day 4

Dear Diary,

I have been busy writing. My mind filled with ideas, and
those ideas flowed through my pen and onto the paper.
I like writing, I mean the physicality of writing. The feel
of a pen, the words appearing upon crisp white paper.

I saw one of my new neighbours a little earlier. A lady in
her forties. I nodded as if to say hello. She nodded in return
and climbed into her car. I suppose I should introduce myself
at the next opportunity.

I've been feeling a bit low recently. What with scruff being under
the weather, and uncertainty with my job. So confiding in you, dear
diary, is a good way to put my thoughts into writing, and to begin to
see things more clearly.

Graham.