Aha. The last day of January. One month in, and I’m still going strong. I’ve really enjoyed this first month. It’s been great to listen to all this half-forgotten music that has accompanied my life. I’m going to end January with a bit of a weepie.
On 3oth August 1997 I arrived, late at night, and after a very long flight, in Nicaragua. I was going to be working there for the next couple months or so, covering for a colleague and staying in her house. On the morning of 31 August Marie-Louise met me at the breakfast table with the words “I’ve got some terrible news”. It wasn’t anywhere near as bad as I expected. I was actually relieved to hear that it was only that Princess Diana had died. All the same, I couldn’t quite shake off the feeling that I should go home. Almost as if a member of the family had died. Anyway, I missed the funeral.
Pull out the hankies, it’s Elton John, live at Westminster Abbey with Candle in the Wind.