October 18th 1993
Enticed Donna into going to the gym.
Not ‘party-popper’ Donna who I’m out with most weekends.
The only time she’d enter a gym as if they’d have a bar in it and I don’t mean the type you’d balance on!
It’s work Donna!
Had a good session at the gymn .
Andi let me feel his legs.
He’d had them waxed for charity.
Having a chuckle with Josh and Dad,
Who are both fine.
Fancied a dabble down town.
Not at the amusements I may add but bought some big blocker heeled boots.
£30 what a bargain.
Guess who I saw in town?
My lovey Nan.
Always dressed to the nines.
Looking amazing with Barbara.
They were ecstatic as Barbara’s family had bought them both a meal in a plush restaurant.
Nan’s eyes sparkled like her shiny earrings and just loved her glorious red lipstick.
Nan complimented me upon my weight loss and that my hair was really nice.
Relaxing in bed when Ex-Fester breezed in.
Can the wind just breeze the donkey bonk out I thought.
“You snogged somebody on Saturday?”
He ranted.
“Somebody?” I thought
“ it was a few of them” I sniggered to myself.
“Look I can do what I want. We’re not going out!” I put bluntly.
“Was you in Maine street?” I shouted.
“No” he replied.
‘Good job’ I thought.
I was so wrecked that I had massive doubts of actually kissing him.
“How do you know then?” I panicked.
He looked straight at the draw.
“My diary” I shrieked.
I’m going to have to hide it in a better place.
I was bloody fuming.
He tried to make it up to me but taking me out for a jalfrezi was not gonna dry roast my peppers.
He was a good friend but he was also being unfair to himself.
I’d moved on.
He had to too.
