The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Monday, August 24, 2009
Carrie and Annie went off shopping, and hadn’t returned by the time I got back from the office. Judging by their chat later, Annie’s been filling Carrie’s head with a load of rubbish about clothes. I popped over to Gowing’s and asked him to drop in for supper, to lighten the mood.Carrie knocked up a bit of a buffet with sliced meats, some smoked salmon (she told me not to eat any, in case there wasn’t enough to go round), and an M&S trifle. Annie got us to play Trivial Pursuit. But in the middle Lupin got up and said, “This is far too hard core for me. I think I’ll go and have a quiet game of patience on the patio instead, if you don’t mind”. The sarcasm irritated me.
Things might have got a bit uncomfortable, but Gowing (who seems to get on with Lupin like a house on fire) suggested we should have a go at inventing games. Lupin said “Right. Let’s play “Monkeys””. He dragged Gowing round the room, ending up in front of the mirror. I creased up. Later on, everybody was sniggering at some joke which they never explained, and it was only when I got to bed that I discovered that a serviette smeared in trifle had got stuck to the back of my shirt.
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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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