Thoughts on Leaving Work

So, twenty one years since John Smith died. That sent me away to dig out my diary covering that year. I'd been phoned at 9:30am and then again at 11:00am when it was confirmed. Totally shocked by the news, and greatly saddened. We were all so sure he'd be the next Prime Minister. He was our great hope.
That's what I'd recorded, anyway. How different it may well have been. He'd have kept Brown in his box, and I'm sure he wouldn't have signed up to bloody Bush's disastrous escapades.
Water under the bridge noo!
That apart, it was a productive day. And a not unproductive evening.