The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Monday, July 27, 2009
The weather’s been cold and horrible, and it’s either upsetting me or Carrie or both of us. We keep having arguments about nothing, usually at meal times. For some reason we were talking about balloons this morning. We were having a bit of a laugh, and then the conversation drifted into stuff about family. All of a sudden Carrie started having a go about all the financial difficulties my father had had. I told her that whatever the rights or wrongs of it, he’d always been a real gentleman. Carrie burst out crying. I couldn’t touch my breakfast.At the office, Barry Perkupp told me he was sorry about the short notice, but there were staffing problems and if it was at all possible, could I re-schedule my holiday to start next Saturday? Jim Franching dropped in to the office and invited me out for a meal at “Platinum” (some private members club he goes to). After this morning’s fall out, I was worried Carrie might get a bit moody, so I sent her a text saying I was off out with Franching and she needn’t wait up. Bought a bracelet for Carrie.
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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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