Bleeding Heart Square [antikvár]

Sometimes you frighten yourself. So what is it, exactly? A punishment? A distraction? A relief? You're not sure. You tell yourself that it happened more than four years ago, that it doesn't matter any more and nothing you can do can change a thing. But you don't listen, do you? All you do is go back to that nasty little green book.Thursday, 2 January ippTomorrow I shall go to Bleeding Heart Square for the first time. It was J oung Mr Orbum's idea. I always think of him as young Mr Orbum, though he must be jj or if he's a day. He is young compared with his father, who used to call at my aunt's, and she would give him Madeira and seed cake. All those years ago howThis is my first entry in the diary, and I feel rather awkward as though I were talking to someone I had only just met. My niece gave me the diary when I spent Christmas Day with my brother and his family. I suppose it was kind of them to ask me, and it was certainly better than having to eat my Christmas dinner at the Rushmere Hotel with the other residents who don't have a family to ask them elsewhere. All the same, it was a little awkward.Anyway, this is the beginning of a new year and I'm going to put my best foot forward. I have made several resolutions I shall be cheerful, I shall think of others less fortunate than myself and try to help them, I shall reread every book in the New Testament and