Saturday 1 January 1994

Another year, another diary.

My New Year's resolution--Don't, don't, don't wear a black sheath dress, black high heels and black lipstick for 24 hours straight.

Still felt numb at eight this evening. Fell asleep in the bath and nearly drowned. Woke up with cold water sharp in my nose.

Later I found myself in a tracksuit running up the hill behind Mum's and Dad's. Damp earth, dry grass. Fairy lights in Kangaroo Valley. And the mountain a great, dark bison dribbling and muttering in the dusk.

And all the time I was singing at the top of my voice: 'riverrun, past Eve and Adam's...'