SHOPPING FOR SKI PANTS
S A T U R D A Y, 4 M A R C H
Last night I had a beautiful dream - the most wonderful one I've had for a year. Needless to say, it was about Him. We were in a sort of library place when suddenly he came over to me and looked at the red exercise book I had open on the table. He began to read out loud what I'd written in it - it was French. As he read it, I smiled up at him and then the most wonderful thing happened: he leant down, put his arm right around me, and very gently kissed me on my right cheek.
I was practically crying with happiness. It just shows: yesterday had a great effect on me.
Mummy, Chump and me drove up to London. Parked in a lovely wide street, Ladbroke Grove, and got tubes to Gordon Lowe - the only place apart from Lillywhites that has front fly fastenings. Us two got ski pants there. Mine are navy blue with the zip up the front - and they're terribly stretchy and comfortable!
Home at 2. I did 'Strife' homework, then watched The Monkees, super as usual. I adore Micky, and I never realised, it's him who sings 'I'm a Believer'. I love his voice.
Ma turned up my red skirt in the evening, and I'm terribly pleased with it - it looks fabulous with the red wooden necklace that Grandma gave me for Christmas. It looks super with the jacket too, and the lovely thing is, I can wear it when I'm in the sixth form.
I think Finkelstein is perfect except for one thing: he may have a tendency to be conceited. It does seem a bit boastful telling your landlady that girls follow you. Also, at the book stall at last summer's fete, he didn't pick up a book normally, he threw it into the air and caught it. Bit of a show off!
Nevertheless, he's adorable.