4 days to go. 100 hours. I have just started on the section ‘Where we were when’ about 7/7/05 – the London bombings.
How weird is it that as I type up from my handwritten notebook words that I myself put in the mouths of imaginary characters, I’m streaming tears? It’s not true. I made it up. These are imaginary people. I can sort-of see it, with someone else’s words, but one’s own? How do you suspend your disbelief when you are the one making it up? It’s a marvellous thing the human mind, it has infinite capacities to distract. Even with time’s winged chariot bearing down
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