The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Carrie liked the bracelet. I’d left it with a nice little note on her dressing table before I headed for bed last night. I told her we’d need to shift our holiday forward and leave next Saturday. She said no problem (except the weather was so abysmal), but she was worried about getting a summer dress sorted in time. I told her I thought the white cotton one she got from Zara was fine. Carrie was adamant it wasn’t. I was going to say more, but remembered yesterday’s fall out, and didn’t.I said to Carrie “How’s about we head off to Corton Coastal Village?” I thought she really liked the place, but instead she said “No way, it’s a dump”. I was a bit shocked, to tell the truth. I looked at the time, realised I was running late, and rushed out of the house saying “I’ll leave it to you Carrie – you decide”. When I got back after work, Carrie said since there wasn’t much time, she reckoned Corton would do, and she’d done an e-booking in conjunction with an offer running in the Mail.
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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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