Dear Diary. Yesterday was the first day of autumn. It's officially autumn, thank god. Summer is over.

And it seems that the weather knows this too, because now it's a lot cooler. It's not hot anymore. It's the perfect temperature now for walking around the streets naked.

At noon, I'm walking around streets in Girona. Not naked, mind you. There are rules against that.

The streets are mostly empty because everyone else is at work and at school.

Everyone has a favourite place that they'd like to be. For John Cunliffe (the first presenter of Rosie and Jim), his favourite place was his canal barge, the Ragdoll. That's where he felt most at home.

Well, my favourite place is walking around city streets in autumn. I love it. I have the feeling that I should be in school even though I'm 34. I feel like I'm playing truant. So I have that nice feeling that I'm somewhere that I shouldn't be.

You see, the way that it's supposed to go in life is that you go to school, then university, then work, then you retire, and then you die the day immediately after your retirement. But I seem to have bypassed all that. I'm now living a semi-retirement. I've found a simple solution: just don't have a job. If you are unemployed then you don't have to go to work.

Saying that, I do earn money by selling books on Amazon. I've calculated that if I publish a new book on Amazon every week, then five years from now, I'll be a millionaire. But the problem is actually publishing a book every week. So we'll see how that goes.

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Our new apartment still has stickers on the windows that say ST. XAVIERS. They're on all the windows in the living room. They're from when the apartment was still a school.

We actually had some people come around this weekend, asking if they could speak to the owner of the school because they wanted to sign their son up for English lessons or something like that. Girlfriend had to tell them we're not a school anymore.

I tried to get the stickers off just now with a scraper (don't know if that's what it's actually called). And bloody hell, it’s hard. These stickers seem to be stuck on permanently. I can't get them off. They've become part of the window.

Last year, I managed to get all the stickers off the windows of the other apartment (the school spanned two apartments) and it took me hours and hours. It looks like I'll have to do the same again here. But then problem is, I'm a different man now. Last year, I was a younger man, and getting stickers off windows, well that's a young man's game that is. I just don't have it in me anymore to get stickers off the windows. So fuck it, they'll probably just be here forever now. Whenever people are walking down the streets, and they look up at our apartments, they'll think we're a school.