The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Monday, August 03, 2009
There was no sign of Lupin by nine o’clock, so I knocked on his bedroom door, told him we usually had breakfast at half eight, and asked him when he’d be up. Lupin said he was “knackered” from the trains going past all night and from the sun coming straight in the window, and he’d got a cracking headache. Carrie came up and offered to bring him breakfast in bed. He said he didn’t want any food, just a cup of tea.He still wasn’t around at half one, so I went up and told him we’d be having lunch at two. He said he’d be “down in a minute”. In the end, he didn’t emerge until quarter to three. I said, “We’ve hardly seen you since you’ve been down, and you’re going to have to go soon if you want to get the train back, unless you’re planning to get up at the crack of dawn”.
He said “Get real. Work it out. I’ve resigned from the bank”. I was at a loss for words. Eventually I said “What’s up with you? You can’t do that! Certainly not without discussing it with me! Sit down, right now, and send an e-mail to the bank. Withdraw your resignation and apologise for whatever trouble you’ve caused”.
Imagine how I felt when Lupin laughed out loud and said “I doubt that’d do any good. If you want to know the truth – I’ve been sacked”.
©MMIX KONSIGNIA. All rights reserved.
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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