The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
I woke with a cracking headache. I couldn’t see straight, and felt like I’d got a really bad crick in my neck. I thought about calling the doctor but, in the end, decided against it. Got up, felt really woozy, and went down to the chemist’s who gave me some kind of herbal preparation called “Berocca” (tablets which went all fizzy in water). I felt so bloody awful at the office, that I had to ask to leave early. I went to Boots and got some Resolve. The Berocca had made me feel worse, if anything. Ate nothing all day. To compound it all, every time I spoke to Carrie she was completely monosyllabic – that’s if she said anything at all.In the evening, I felt even worse, and said to her “I reckon I’ve got food poisoning, probably from those prawn canapes last night”. She didn’t take her eyes off whatever was on the TV and just said “Champagne never agreed with you”. I was peeved and said “That’s utter rubbish. I only had a couple of glasses, and you know as well as I do…” Before I could finish, she flounced out of the room. I sat around for an hour, but she didn’t come back in, so I decided to go to bed. She was in there already – she’d not even come to say goodnight. So I had to chain the front door and feed the cat. I’m going to have this out with her in the morning.
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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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