The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Monday, April 27, 2009
I was absolutely amazed to receive an invitation for Carrie and me to attend a London Chamber of Commerce and Industry reception at the Civic Hall, which will be attended by Boris Johnson. I was incredibly excited. We had to read the invitation two or three times before it sank in, and I could hardly touch my breakfast. I said – and I felt it very strongly – “I tell you Carrie, my love, when I led you down the aisle on our wedding day it was one of the proudest moments of my life. But I feel just as proud now and maybe even more so, thinking that I’ll be able to take my gorgeous, beautiful wife to meet Boris Johnson at the Civic Hall”. I saw Carrie wiping away a small tear, and she said “Charlie dear, I’m the one who’s proud. Honestly. I’m very very proud of you. You say I’m beautiful, and as long as you think I’m beautiful, I’m happy. My dear sweet little Charlie: you’re not the most handsome of men, I know, but you’re a good man, and that’s what’s truly important to me”. I gave her a kiss and she said “I wonder if there’ll be any dancing? I haven’t danced for ages”.I don’t quite know what came over me, but I grabbed her hand and we went a bit mad and started doing a wild kind of jive (we’d done a class once, a long time ago) round the living room. Then there was a knock at the door, and a man appeared asking if we had a window cleaner. I was pretty peeved. I spent the evening trying to draft a proper reply to the invitation (without success), and I told Carrie that if Gowing or Cummings called, she should tell them to go away. I’ll have a chat with Barry Perkupp – he’ll know what way I need to reply.
I grabbed her hand and we went a bit mad and started doing a wild kind of jive
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Why shouldn’t
I publish
my diary?
I often see memoirs by people I’ve never even heard of and I don’t see why my diary should be any less interesting, just because I’m not a ‘celebrity’. I only wish I’d started it when I was younger.
Charles Pooter
The Laurels, 32 Elmside,
Barleycorn Mead, Harrow on the Hill.
charles@charlespooter.com
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