We went ice skating today. My mum met her friend there. I liked the look of Dawn (my mums friends daughter) but she didn’t seem to want to know me. I came off the rink half way through. Because the teenagers kept wizzing in front of me and I didn’t like it. We had dinner in the Red Baloon restaurant. It was O.K.
I really do paint myself as a bit of a Billy No Mates in my diary which I don’t think is completely accurate. Oh, ok, maybe it is! I spent the summer either reading or writing in my diary so it’s no surprise no-one wanted to play with me. I bet Samuel Pepys was exactly the same. Anyway, I don’t even remember Dawn now so to quote Alan Partridge ‘needless to say I had the last laugh’.
My brother loved ice-skating and hated reading so I think we went skating after the library as compensation. I was hopeless as I have very little sense of balance, I still manage to fall out of bed on occasion. My fear of slipping over on the ice-rink has now turned into a general fear of slipping over on the ice during winter. This is a very serious fear, I even asked me Dad to look in the back of the Sunday papers for those adverts for those spikey things to put over your shoes – like this:
Sometimes I think my parents must despair of me!
