Worlds Shaken, LARGE and small ......................

'Twas September of 1997. I was in England, Glennys was in Australia and Princess Dianna was in France.

The large world was shaken when Di was killed in a road tunnel in Paris.

Small worlds were to be shaken soon after I got back to Nova Scotia.

For me, like so many, the World Wide Web was an irresistable magnet. On the web I met Vivian Joan Leslie. It just happened, two lonely people, bumped together in the ether. We talked and joked and compared notes and, with the inevitability that fate serves up, we met in person.

Nervous and curious I stepped off the ferry at the Dartmouth terminal. Time dims those first impressions. She had a white car parked nearby, a Ford 'Aspire'. We drove to the Steak and Stein for supper and the real people apparently matched well enough with the chat room personae we'd been. A couple of hours later I was back on the ferry, Halifax bound little guessing what I/we had started!

A month later I was living in Dartmouth. The "last" Hutton marriage was effectively disolved. A sort of tsunami must have rippled through the ranks of friends and relatives. Initially, passions ran high among those friends and relatives ... perhaps those passions, some at least, still run high.

Not sure what ideas I had in mind when I started this entry. I think I wanted to set the record straight because so many people know so little of the truth.

Now that fingers are at the keyboard again I don't know how much to tell, or how little. This entry has sat for a month now - perhaps an indication of how uncertain I am about what to write.

I think I'll say no more - if you want answers: ask me. The written word is a dangerous mire sometimes, better you seek the truth face to face.

So I'll move on to other less emotional corners of my mind. Let my guilt and the disbelief of others eddy as they may. What's done is done. Ten years on, I'm still in some turmoil about what I did and didn't do.