Dire-ised

So webloggers are digging out their childhood diaries from the attic and reproducing summary extracts on their sites? Maybe I should get a piece of this action. So not only do you get to read about the tedious minutiae of my everyday life, you’d get to read about the even more boring minutiae of my life as a ten year old. A kind of Cider with Rosie for the 1980s. But I suppose scrumpy in the hay loft or wherever would be replaced by a bottle of “Thunderbird” and maybe a bit of “doobidge” in the Forbury Gardens. Second thoughts, I don’t think I’ll inflict it on you.