INGRID'S NOSE

The Raymond Lefevre LP with the orchestral version of 'Ame Caline', written by Michel Polnareff

M O N D A Y,  1 6  O C T O B E R

I’m so fed up. There’s a Rosebery-Glyn outing to ‘Mrs Wilson’s Diary’ next month (I'd far rather that than a Dance) and my name’s 26th on the list but only 20 of us can go.

Went to Biology Lab at dinner break for a meeting on the Lower Sixth play. We voted; I think it’ll be ‘Our Town’ by Thornton Wilder.

Mummy fetched us from school and Chump and me went to Rumbelows. First I asked about Polnareff, to check they’ve ordered ‘Ame Caline’. They have. Then I asked about that Raymond Lefevre LP they’re always advertising on Caroline with ‘Ame Caline’ on it. The chap showed me the cover as I wanted to see what other songs are on it - well, they’re fantastic! So I got it, as Daddy’s birthday present. I know he’ll like it because it’s got Whiter Shade of Pale on it as well.

What should be waiting for me at home but October’s 'Salut Les Copains' - with an article on Jacques Dutronc and references to Cap Ferrat and the concert at Nice, and a little bit on Glassy Spook!!!

Washed my hair and Chump dried it like last week but it’s come out frizzy (as usual). Makes me fed up - but I don’t want one centimetre off having grown it this long. What’s so ghastly is that when it’s behind my shoulders it looks super from the front, but from the sides – urgh. So frizzy and foul. Perhaps it’s my profile though. I’ve got the most foul profile anybody could imagine.

My nose, it makes me want to cry.