The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Friday, May 28, 2010
I sent a pretty direct e-mail to Johnson’s. I was rather pleased with it, because the tone was nice and ironic. I said, “I collected two shirts, got them back home, and found they’re faded. Perhaps you’ll return either the colour, or the cost of the shirts”. I’ll be interested to see what transpires.Another séance this evening. Carrie said last night had been successful, up to a point, so they ought to do it again. Cummings came in and seemed interested. I went upstairs to fix a bit of beading at the bottom of the skirting in the bedroom above the living room. Without really thinking about it, I gave the floor two loud raps with the hammer. I immediately regretted it: it’s the kind of stupid thing that Gowing or Lupin would have done.
Mind you, they didn’t mention it, although Carrie claimed that she’d received a message. Apparently, an incredible description of someone she and I had known years ago, who nobody else at the table could have known.
When we went to bed, Carrie asked if I’d join in with them tomorrow as a favour, just for her sake. She said I looked a bit curmudgeonly and unsociable. I immediately promised I would.
©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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