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It is perhaps foolish to indulge in a pursuit such as penning a personal journal, which no eyes other than mine shall ever see. Alas, a curious mixture of strong sentiment, joy, and confusion that I keep experiencing in both my private and professional partnership with Hercule Poirot, directs me to try to put some of my thoughts and experiences on paper. It is by no means an attempt to provide a faithful and detailed account of the likes I write to document Poirot’s ingenious investigations. Rather, my hope is to collect and reflect upon many seemingly insignificant moments that touched me deeply on a personal level, and, perhaps, little by little keep transforming my very self. All of these moments, I underline emphatically, are connected to my relationship to Hercule Poirot – the most magnificent detective and a great man – with whom I am living in the Whitehaven Mansions.