Monday 26th August 2013, 2.35pm (day 732)
I was born on 26/8/69, so today was my 44th birthday. It was thrice blessed, being also a public holiday in the UK, and finally, a hot and sunny late summer’s day. We went to Haworth – as indeed did about ten thousand other tourists, but somehow the place seems to fit them all in without collapsing into some kind of over-commercialised netherworld; I like Haworth, in fact. Of course one cannot escape the Brontë references, even in this store, though the present owners are almost apologetic in pointing out that the main contribution it makes to literary history is that it’s the place where Bramwell Brontë once bought his opium.
Being 42 