Wednesday, April 29, 1981
I trudged down to Topshop, and although the bloke was pretty friendly, he said that no, the job had gone.
I got back to school and found everyone talking in the library; Claire seemed to be laughing a lot. Why am I so boring? Hirst gave us journals and said we can write any thoughts/feelings about the books we read, which could be quite interesting if it's done sincerely and thoughtfully. I stayed behind to borrow football kits from Farrar for the three matches we have in tomorrow’s six-a-side.
Watched England 0-0 Romania: a pathetic, boring game.