Why is it that I never find anything interesting to write about on a Tuesday or a Thursday? Nothing interesting ever happens!
Everyone had an early night last night. I sat in the front room knitting and reading all evening. Tres boring but very restful.
Although Alan came round this evening expecting me to give a reason why we counldn’t go to the flicks (the Jerry Lewis is still on) I couldn’t think of one. I did try.
The film! Well! I’ve never seen such a load of tripe. And, what surprised me was that Alan was laughing so much the tears were rolling down his cheeks. I was bored stiff. In fact, the only time I laughed was during the B film and that was supposed to be a thriller.
Altogether it was a terribly boring evening. I just can’t understand the chap’s sense of humour. I must say, my extremely good opinions of him have dropped by about a quarter of a degree.
Tomorrow is another night off, well, officially anyway. He broached the subject with, ‘it’s a long time until Friday, isn’t it?’ To which I readily agreed. After Monday evening I said nothing else. ‘Shall I come round and we can play records?’ he asked.
I would like to have refused because of Monday but I wanted to see him as much as he wanted to see me, so of course, I said yes. Apart from his, ‘you don’t mind, do you?’ the matter was left at that.