14 April 2013

Today I realised two things. The first is perhaps blindingly obvious; i don't have to worry about this diary being a complete or comprehensive or chronological account of this part of my life. By definition It is. So far so lacking in insight.

The other is more curious. My last partner was the first, that I am aware of, who was as totally free of faith as I am. Which is curious. Most people are left with some vestigial soupçon of something, usually a remnant of their childhood. But not she.