Hugh has a fascinating series on his blog just now in which he shares diary extracts from a year of his life in London back in 1988. I’m a guest on his blog today, which means I get to chose the music. Head over to read about Hugh and listen to some Queen.
Click here to read the first week of this feature, and follow the links at the end of each post.
London – July 15th, 1988
I spent most of the night worrying about the meeting I had with Jake, as well as worrying about whether I should contact Douglas and share all the news of what’s happened to Jake. Of course, Jake may well have already told Douglas everything, but that got me worrying about what if he hasn’t? Talk about getting myself into a tizz.
To my surprise, I woke up this morning knowing exactly what I should do. It’s a strange thing to have to write, but I got all the answers from a dream I had last night that contained my Grandmother. When I saw her last Christmas, she was showing the first signs of a strange illness that my mother didn’t want to talk about…
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