Friday, February 12, 1982
Deborah made tentative moves at being friendly, and even made the occasional comment to me, but generally things were cool between us. I feel so awkward now. After school I did stupid, shitty things: chasing everyone with a squeezy bottle and squirting water everywhere, etc.
In the future I’ll look back at this time in my life and realise how petty I was. Trivia abounds because that’s all my life consists of.
I saw an ad for the Easterby Jazz Festival. Three days. £9. Superb! Lee came round unexpectedly at teatime and stayed an hour or so.