Resolution

I started my 1985 diary with a repeated, bold statement that "It's my Life" and apart from the usual, yearly, resolutions of drink less, save more and talk to family more, there was an odd resolution, it simply said to "reach the beach".

The year end social cataclysm had resonated in my head, regardless of the progress of my career at APPH and the specialisation in FEA, I felt, quite rightly, that my life was going nowhere and this upstart girl, Lillian, had done a very good job of pointing that out to me.

It may sound that I was mesmorised by this outsider, but not so as It merely seemed that my own version of Jiminy Cricket had popped in, and out, to tell me what I already knew.

It had happened, coincidently, at the eve of a year that would change everything.