Day 9: This felt like a miserable day and so I found it very hard to see anything that might be important at all. I had to write a self-appraisal, which must be one of the toughest of assignments for anyone not blessed with a permanently sunny disposition. It certainly seemed the wrong day to write it. And then I had an inspiration - write what I really felt like writing, full of all the wretchedness and misery. After doing so I was able to write the real one, which must be a balanced disinterested view. And that was it - the most important moment - brutal honesty. Did it work? See tomorrow's post.