The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Nearly missed Andrew Marr because Annie was jabbering on about what she was going to wear. Lupin doesn’t get on with her. I’m afraid we’re going to have trouble with next door. They moved in on Wednesday. Several of their friends, who have loud sports cars, have already caused a nuisance.Early evening a day or two ago I was out in the garden, wearing my summer hat to keep the sun off, when a man, sitting in some kind of jazzy soft top, started singing “I come from a land down under” or some such rubbish. I reckoned it was directed at me, and I was right. Whilst I was ambling about in the garden this afternoon, one of those small bangers was deliberately aimed at my hat and went off. I turned round sharply and I could have sworn I saw the same man retreating from one of the bedroom windows.
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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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