J’s Diary Entry
Monday 29 May 1995
A quiet day. I actually got a lot of work done. I’m working to a deadline – Friday – now, so I’m more focused. It was OK at work, no-one really teased me for vomiting at Nadia’s house, though Nadia did seem a bit distant. I have a vague recollection; I went to the toilet and came out. On my right was Nadia’s bedroom door, then the lounge door where Cav had crashed on the couch. I sort of pushed Nadia’s bedroom door in a little and paused in liquored stupor. The light was on and music was playing loudly. I s-l-o-w-l-y realized they must have been doing it and pulled the door shut with a muffled “Sorry”. That was my big mistake, saying something and identifying myself. Dammit! I didn’t see anything, but the implication of spying was there. Oh well. I don’t really care.
Simon and I seemed to get on really well today. If he does go I’ll miss him terribly, it’s taken so long to get so comfortable with him, with anyone really.
11pm – I just rang S and Mum in London. It went pretty well really. Mum answered, we yakked about how big S is blah, blah, blah. Then S and I talked about me standing up Christopher Watts, TV, X-Files, Absolutely Fabulous etc. It was a nice and bubbly chat. I must find that list of people to phone with baby news that Mum gave me. It should be around somewhere. I enjoyed talking to them. S does sound English now. They’re 9 hours behind us. It’s a bank holiday over there. I could use a holiday about now.
Photo of J, I’ve added a filter.