Dear Diary. I drove to my old secondary school in the evening when it was closed and walked around it. I was a little nervous as I thought someone might see me, like the caretaker. There wasn't a light on in the caretaker's hut though so I thought he may have been out, perhaps at the pub. Maybe he doesn't even live at the school. What if he has a wife and child? I wouldn't want them living in a hut. Maybe he has a house he goes to after work. Anyway, I walked around the school playground. I didn't feel much emotion. The last time I've been to the school was almost five years ago. I thought I'd feel a flood of emotions but I didn't. I was disappointed.