I have tripped over a piece of information I NEVER EVER meant to find out. I do not want to know it, nor do I ever intend to use it. I found it completely by accident, and now it rattles around my brain like a small hard thing in a large metal safe.

How do I make it go away? I wrote it on my hand. Just in case. (But understand I do not want to know it, nor do I ever intend to use it.)

I know they do not plan on leaving me alone anytime soon. They will niggle, those few choice words, and I shall be sorely tempted. How could I not be? Seduced by words, it works every time. Being such a naturally inquisitive person makes it ten times harder. Nosy, some people call it. This information, I will find out more about myself if I put it to use. Yet if I do, the guilt, the GUILT!

You might liken it to finding a small, leather-bound book with the words TOP SECRET emblazened across the front, accidentally one day, whilst spring cleaning. You put it back, but now you know where he hides it now. You know, and every day when he leaves the house you dig it out and stare longingly.

You must never open it. Ever. I will not. I promise it.

Oh, what one can do with modern technology…