Oh you are a bad, bad bunch of internets.
Forty seven comments (!), beginning by assuming I have read the diary, then suggesting I edit it with a red pen before returning it, and finally escalating to the suggestion I set up a PayPal account so you can all provide incentives for me to publish it. (Very entrepreneurial, that one).
You deserve to be sent to bed without any supper. Yes, you know who you are.
And instead of diary extracts you get another sunrise picture. Not even of the sunrise, but an interior shot, glowing with wholesome, sunny goodness.
That’ll teach you.
Now if you’ll excuse me I going to don my bonnet and take a cloth-covered basket of muffins to the poor.