I’m still rather perturbed about what happened yesterday. In fact, it frustrated me enough to disturb my sleep. It made me very angry – as I wrote last night, I’d have loved to see c and all my friends – but I guess it’s sods law, and there was nothing more I could do. I’d have got a taxi, but didn’t have the cash. Either way, I got my friend john to phone Charlie to explain, and I’m sure she understands. Its just frustrating.

In fact, I was a bit naughty last night. I got home on Friday to a most magnificent sight (for a bibliophile). A hard-bound, gold-edged illustrated copy of the complete works of Shakespeare lay on the table. I have never seen a more beautiful book. at first, ii thought it was a gift for someone, but I was wrong: it was ours. Dad had got it because it had been reduced from £150 to just £8. It struck me as a blasphemy! However, I offered it to Ollie, or any of my friends, if they could take me to Chester last night. I was being quite serious: I’d have given anything for a car. Mind you, I didn’t tell anyone how little dad paid for it.

Oh well; its not the end of the world. Frustrated, if not downright sad as I feel, life goes on. Now all I have to do is organise getting my arse out to Ibiza. I wonder if I could pay for that in books.