I’m tempted to (and could) say a lot more here but I’ve held my tongue so far and am not going to compromise my ethics by blurting anything out now.

Over several years, after a really tough period in my life, I moved to Manchester. To make a fresh start. From scratch. Carefully I made a few friends and, tiny little bit by tiny little bit, allowed this circle to grow.

I always considered myself to be a good judge of character. In fact, I prided myself on it, perhaps too much. I thought I had a good balance and allowed a small group of people in closer. And one person all the way.

Though I misjudged in some of these friends, at least I know for certain that I didn’t with one.

If what we had is to continue to hold its value then it should be left as it was. All I would hope that it not be picked over by other people for their own ends.

To those who are my real friends – you know who you are and will have a clear conscience. If I am distant from you, it is more out of necessity right now. Give me time and space.

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Experience is not measured in time but in lessons learnt.
Learning a lesson does not mean that you know the answers.
To find the answers you need to know which questions to ask.
Knowing the right questions to ask sometimes comes with experience.

It’s a real pain in the arse having no money.

(Mind you, I’m glad I went. Needed that break!)

Time to get a lottery ticket.