If you leave can I come too?

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.

J walking away

Photo of J, I’ve added a filter.

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