I felt rotten today. It’s my mother’s fault for singing ‘My
Way’ at two o’clock in the morning at the top of the stairs.
Just my luck to have a mother like her.
The dog got its own back on my father. It jumped up
and knocked down his model ship, then ran into the garden
with the rigging tangled in its feet. My father kept saying,
‘Three months’ work down the drain’, over and over again.
The spot on my chin is getting bigger. It’s my mother’s
fault for not knowing about vitamins. I think the spot is a boil. Just my luck to have it where
everybody can see it. I pointed out to my mother that I
hadn’t had any vitamin C today. She said, ‘Go and buy an
orange, then’. This is typical.
My father has got the flu. I’m not surprised with the diet
we get. That's all for today.
