It is late Thursday 16 1 97 and I feel sad. I don't know why.
I found those words on a slice of paper tucked away in a book I was revisiting.
It was a sort of blog. I have done that for years. Late night reflections. I can go back 30 years to certain dates and reread my feelings of that time, that occasion. My first book came that way. It was a book of experiences largely about working with youth gangs in east london but also about the experiences of the whole of my life.
Felt a bit low yesterday morning and I asked the same question. Why?
I think I am going through a period of adjustment again. Did that when I left romford y six months ago. Now again. It does not stay long because as soon as I engage with people I seem to fly.
Well ..... here I am talking about myself when there is a world to change out there .......... must fly................
