My school diary began when I was nine. It was compulsory, each morning, to write about what we'd been up to. I wasn't always truthful but will tell you about that in future posts. The writing of it was no problem for me. My problem was that we were expected to include a picture. Looking at this ancient book I realise how clever I was at getting around the drawing of pictures problem - mine nearly all involve book jackets or food. My loves now are still reading, writing and eating. And now I open my secret life to you all. Here's a page from this ancient manuscript.