The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Saturday, November 07, 2009
When I got back from work, the house was in uproar. Carrie was beside herself in the kitchen and a distinctly drunk Anya (the cleaner) was screeching at her. “You listen me, I may be cleaner, I may not know nothing about computer, but I know not go near whatever the thing is, so shut your mouth or I have you for harassment”. Lupin was facing away from me and didn’t hear me come in. He was standing between Anya and Carrie, trying to broker some kind of peace. In doing so, he used some pretty offensive language. I don’t think he should speak like that in front of his mother. I heard him say “Shit! And all this about some stupid crap which is worth absolutely sod all to anyone”. I said, quietly, “I beg your pardon, Lupin, but I think that’s a matter of opinion. I think I should take over from here”.I gathered that the source of it all was that Carrie had accused Anya of using the computer to book some Easyjet flights to Warsaw. It was all a bit vague. I told Anya to go home. I went into the sitting room and Lupin was rolling around on the sofa, laughing his head off.
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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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