
I hate starting a new diary in January. It’s so commercial. So last year, I found this wonderful little diary from Muji which started in March and ran up until May this year. It’s just so perfect, a little under A6, with a whole month running across each spread and gorgeous little boxes to write your concise entries in. It forced you to get right to the point and stop fannying around. Instead of ‘Lunch with Tabitha’, you’d write ‘Tab Tab’. Instead of ‘Speak to David about cleaning Lesley’s interesting icebox; you’d write ‘STD Clinic’. YEAH, THAT’S WHY I WROTE THAT, OKAY MUM?
Anyhoo.
Two more of it’s best features were a charcoal grey cover with a plastic little slip case and some delicious square ruled notepaper at the back. It was just delightful, I tell you.


Which is why I went back to Muji recently to get another one for 2009/10. Because OBVIOUSLY they’d have them. I mean, they wouldn’t cock tease you up until the middle of the year when your diary ran out and then leave you dangling, right?
WRONG. Wrong, so very wrong.
I was upset, of course I was. But I needed a new diary so I walked through the streets of London looking for a replacement.
They were all so very shit, though. Like a page a day, or a week a double page, or too thick or too long. Just unnaceptable. I was left with very little choice but to buy a blank Moleskine notebook in this season’s colours and do something a little bit like this:


And I think my diary is the best of the lot. SCREW YOU, MUJI!