Friday, 1st May
Never again will I go out with Bonjo to celebrate his birthday. Bonjo said it was only me and him because the rest of his mates were on holiday. We went to the Con Club. I’ve never been there but Bonjo said it was a wall shaking place. After some curious looks from the people at the door we went in. There was no way I would have pulled. It looked like a 90th birthday party going on. Bonjo had been drinking all day and thought we were at a fancy dress do.
Saturday, 2nd May
I phoned my parents in Wales. Father answered and asked what I was after. I told him I was shocked that he could think such a thing of me. But, yes, I had a job interview coming up and I needed some decent clothes to wear. Father asked was I leaving my old job or being pushed. Fingers crossed I told him I was leaving voluntary for another job with better prospects. He promised me a cheque in the post.
Sunday, 3rd May
Looking at the calendar, I had marked today in red ink with a large S
and R. Sandy! I had promised to help him move. It’s a favour returned
because six months ago Sandy helped me move from the living room floor
of his apartment to here. Apparently it was one of the highlights of
Sandy’s life. He told me he wouldn’t have missed it for the world. How
Monday, 4th May
Am in love, there’s this beautiful girl who is Sandy’s new next door neighbour. She’s small with blonde hair, with bits of red added to it. She asked me my name and how I was. I gave her my phone number, I can’t get her out of my head, she’s my soul mate. I hope she’ll soon phone. In the meantime I’ll give my flat a good spring clean – ’cause you never know.
by Janet Owen