Black Friday came and went without any horrible things befalling us. Linda and I moved into our wee flat at 24/A Prentice Street, Balaclava and made ourselves at home. We have pictures of far off places on the walls and food in the fridge and a comfy bed to sleep in. It is home. At least for a while it will be home as in less than 2 months we will be flying to England. The first entry in this diary was written in Queenstown New Zealand, a long way from a laundrette in Melbourne where I am now writing this while listening to the lovely sound of Grieg’s Concerto in A Minor. The past year has seen a lot of changes in my life but I wonder what exciting things will be found written in my diary for this year!
Thursday the 31st of December 1987 found us in a town by a beautiful lake in the mountains of New Zealand. I wonder where Friday the 13th of January 1990 will find us…
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