The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Friday, April 03, 2009
No All Bran for breakfast! The Somerfield delivery driver must have forgotten it. Rang Somerfield to complain and was left listening to “Lady in Red” several times over, before I eventually got to speak to the manager.Couldn’t find my umbrella, and got soaked on the way to work. I think Gowing maybe took it last night by mistake.
Were rudely interrupted during The One Show by a loud banging on the
front door. It was the delivery driver from Somerfields (the badge he was wearing said his name was Brian) who angrily blamed Carrie for the mix up with the All Bran. I wouldn’t swear to it, but I thought he might be drunk. He said he’d had enough of delivering to snooty estates. I managed to keep remarkably calm, and told him I thought it was possible to live in a nice area without being snooty. He said that was nice to hear, and had I ever come across anyone in the neighbourhood who wasn‘t snooty, because he certainly hadn’t. He pretty much threw the box of All Bran at me and slammed the porch door behind him, which nearly broke the seal, and I heard him fall over the urn, which made me glad I hadn’t removed it. After he’d gone, I thought of a really cutting comment I could have made. I’ll save it for another occasion.
©MMIX KONSIGNIA. All rights reserved.
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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