The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
It looks like I’ve got a cold. I couldn’t stop sneezing in the office. When I got home, I asked Carrie to pop out and get some Night Nurse. I fell asleep on the sofa, and when I woke up, I was all shivery. I was startled by a knock on the door, then remembered the bell wasn’t working. It was Cummings. He patted me on the shoulder and said “No worries. I’ve just seen Gowing. We’ll say no more about it”. They’re obviously both under the impression I’ve apologised to them.Cummings and I had a game of Connect 4. He said “Do you fancy buying some booze? My cousin Dominic Merton has just set up an internet mail order service - and he’s got a fantastic malt at thirty quid a bottle, and a really good Merlot at £5.99. It’d be worth getting a few off him”. I told him my drinks cabinet was fully stocked right now. Embarrassingly, Carrie walked in and put half a bottle of whisky on the table, and said, “Sorry Charles, they’d run out of Night Nurse, but the man in the shop says this makes a great hot toddy for only £6.99 a bottle. Oh, and he asked if you wanted some more Piat D’Or, because it’s on 2-for-1 this week”.
“Sorry Charles, they’d run out of Night Nurse, but this makes a good hot toddy for only £6.99 a bottle.”
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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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