The Diary of a Nobody

Being the modern day record of Charles Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original

Friday, May 22, 2009

Carrie brought down some of my shirts and suggested I take them to Johnson’s to get them repaired because the cuffs were a bit frayed. Without missing a beat, I said “I’m frayed they are”. How we hooted at that one! I didn’t think we’d stop. At the station, I told the guy on the platform about the “frayed” shirts, and he laughed out loud. They enjoyed the joke at work as well.

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.