Nothing till 5. Bribe the dustmen to empty our overweight bin. Apparently health and safety issues dictate that if the bin can't be moved with three fingers then it can't be moved at all. Oddly the offer of four bottle of Cobra seem to grease the wheels, and the danger is overlooked. I am assure by the dustcart driver that I am a gentleman.
Nothing till 5. Spend most of the day contemplating my date with destiny tomorrow. Definitely going for it. Talk of a CB of some kind, so prepare an appropriate coiffure.
Cricked my neck so take a bath. After my phone is playing up. Seems to have filled with condensation in the bathroom, and is doing all sort of strange things. Every time I press 9, "789" comes up.Then it changes itself into a camera. Then the volume turns itself right down. Then I put it on charge and it says "insert battery".Now no one can hear me when I ring them. Piece of shit. Fortunately I have an old phone, but all of the numbers are a year out of date. Hmm.
Mum and Dad have brought Malcolm home and we agree to go out for the night,
Go to the Saracens in Beaconsfield. Nice enough but again, part of a chain, and lacks excitement or inventiveness. in turn have a row with Dan and Dad, but on the whole a good evening.
Apparently Sophie is opening the new library in Wycombe tomorrow, or so she says!! She is a classic. it's lovely to see her with Emma, who absolutely worships her, and Daniel, with whom she is still just really good mates. Lovely.
Emsy has a school to go to in the autumn. A place in Misbourne is hers, which is good news, but she and Heather are still holding out hope for a place at Beaconsfield. We shall see, but at worst Armageddon is averted.
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