Welcome to a new week. It starts ordinarily enough with a gloomy sky and gulls walking along the railway tracks. A chill is in the air, but it will warm up later. More than three years into my journal and still nothing of note here. I suppose everyone sees life as more or less ordinary, but this diary has seen international travel, marriage, death, school life, work life, mergers and acquisitions, contests won and lost and an awful lot of trains and mornings. It's just one too many mornings and a thousand miles away. Coming soon: The Moody Blues, Pulp Expo, Easter...not necessarily in that order of time or importance.