The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Friday, October 30, 2009
I spent a quiet evening in with Carrie. It’s always nice, just the two of us. We chatted about an article on marriage in one of the papers titled “Wedded Boredom”. There’s been no question of boredom for us. Not at all. We got so engrossed in talking about loads of happy memories that we never noticed it was past midnight. We were startled when the front door slammed violently. Lupin was back. He stamped straight up to bed without turning off the hall light or even looking in on us. I called to him to come down for a minute, but he just shouted “Sorry. Knackered. ‘Night”. If he was knackered, he had a weird way of showing it. For half an hour he was banging about in his room singing at the top of his voice. I couldn’t work out what. All I could gather was that someone’s sex was on fire.
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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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