The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
No sign of any sprouting in the herb garden yet. I had an irritating day. I missed the 8:45 train to work because I was having words with the paper boy, who’d yet again ridden his BMX over the grass and thrown our copy of the Mail on the driveway. He said he’d tried to put it through the letter box, but the draft excluder was jammed shut, and the doorbell didn‘t seem to be working.I was half an hour late for work, which I’ve never been before. Recently, the office juniors have been turning up pretty much as they please, and unfortunately Barry Perkupp (our manager) chose this morning to pounce. Someone had got wind of it and passed the word around, so everyone was in bang on time. Except me. Daniel Buckling (Assistant Processing Manager) was a real trooper and covered for me. As I passed Michael Pitt’s desk, he said to Annette (from Resources) “You know, some of these senior guys think they can turn up any time they like!”. Obviously, this was meant for me. I didn’t rise to the bait (just gave him a look). Unfortunately the pair of them started laughing. Thinking about it afterwards, it might have been better if I’d pretended not to have heard anything at all. Cummings called in the evening and we played Connect 4.
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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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