Friday, 26 October 2007
As summer 1995 (correction: 2005) turned to autumn, Ann and I returned to England with our dogs. I went back to work, slowly re-building my practice. Things weren't quite the same, though. Ann seemed cheerful enough, but she wasn't as fiery. Always quick-witted and quick-tempered, she was oddly calmer. It was almost as though someone had turned her volume down.
I, on the other hand... I was angrier. It affected my driving, my job, everything. In court, my cross-examination had become more sarcastic, occasionally vicious, certainly less effective...
I think I am taking this thing too fast. The original idea was to intersperse my contemporary diary with Ann's story. Perhaps relate one to the other. Should I write more detail? I'd better leave it for tonight. I've drunk too much. I don't want this to turn into my story. Even now I'm egocentric.