Nov 1 (Sun)
My birthday disaster! 145 people burnt to death in French dance hall. A disaster always happens on my birthday or near it. Oh God! Why oh why?*
Nov 2
Trapsed all round town looking for a pair of denim jeans. Couldn't find any. Telly man came. Good looking son. Felt a fool.
Nov 3
Still half term (has beeen since Friday dinner). Didn't do much, just a bit of revision. Wrote letter to Lorette*. Rotten thing hasn't written for ages. Used machine a bit.*
Nov 4 (Wed)
Back to school, nice day (fairly). Wrote letter to Diane. Daft flowery envelope. Hate X. She steals - stole a hatband at school (did pay for it afterwards).
Nov 5
Pity all the poor kids who are going to be burnt tonight. Crying. Dad wants me to argue. Makes me cry. Soft. BAN FIREWORKS. Cut finger in hockey. Good mark in test. Good.
Nov 6 (Fri)
Crying. Well! Dad's in a funny mood again. I've just been out babysitting. She gave me 10/- again. Annoyed at her. DAD IS TOO!*
Nov 7
Went up town with Auntie May. I like her. I bought some denims. Auntie May got me a Russian dictionary. Gave me knitting needles. Had visitors.
Nov 8 Sun
Had visitors last night. Douglas and wife and daughter. Me and Gillian left in. She's quite nice, not a good speaker. Bored all night. Both fell asleep. Auntie May came today, and cousin Allan.
Nov 9
School! I never look forward to it nowadays. On October 31st (7 days after my birthday) 144 teenagers were killed in France. Oh help me get rid of this jinx, please.*
Nov 10
Speech Day, so half day off. Ashamed of myself, so lazy. Did nothing nearly all day. Behind with homework. Tut! Did some crocheting for Sandra's poncho.*
Nov 11
Ah well! Another day. Bored stiff. Didn't start school till 10am. F.T. is 'tagging on' to me, J and S. Had an idea about sewing sessions Friday.
Nov 12 (Thur)
Oh dear! We've got a problem. F! Tried to get away from her at dinnertime. Sorry.*
Nov 13 (Fri)
I think S is breaking away from me and J slightly. Went up town last night with S, bought 10/- worth of toys for lad that I babysit. Party tomorrow.*
Nov 14
Shirley came, gave me skin thing for birthday present. Had nice time. Up-town. No gloves. Sara's party. Fab house!! Oh S, don't go off with F, you're my friend.
Nov 15
Lazy thing! Did hardly anything all day. Homework. Did a lot of Sandra's poncho. That's about all, honest. Cried about S. Don't go.
Nov 16
EXAMS START ON NOV 25th. HELP.
*Commentary
Nov 1 - I can only apologise, shrinking with embarrassment, for being a self-referring drama queen!
Nov 3 - Lorette was my friend penfriend who lived in Amiens. The machine I refer to was the sewing machine.
Nov 6 - When I read this, I thought we were annoyed about the amount of money, in some way (too much, too little??) But - see what happens next Friday.
Nov 9 - I have already apologised!
Nov 10 - I had acquired some horrendous flourescent pink nylon yarn (where from?), and I set to work to make a pink poncho for my second cousin, Sandra, who was about 5(?). I can't say that I never saw her wearing it. It must have been horrible!
Nov 12 - was I really so horrible!
Nov 13 - Clearly either dad or I thought I shouldn't be paid for baby-sitting - so I gave the money back by buying toys. I suspect that this was dad's morality, rather than mine. But this is how parents' values are instilled in the next generation. When I was much younger (maybe 7) I desperately wanted to buy a set of doll's cooking utensils from our local newsagent but didn't have enough money, and my parents wouldn't give me any. So I borrowed it from a friend, with the promise that I would pay her back when I got my pocket money. When dad found out, he was furious! He made me take the purchase back tot he newsagent and ask for my money back. I was mortified. And so I learned not to spend money that I haven't got.
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