Friday, July 23, 1982


The meeting I'd dreaded all last week finally happened at Tesco. Just as I was removing a palette I heard a voice behind me, turned round and there was Jackie’s friend Samantha.

S: “Aren’t you speaking to me?”

Me: “Well, I haven’t seen you have I?”

The way she spoke though, in such a plaintive way, jabbed right through me.

I'm looking forward to my London trip with Grant, more so now because I have enough money. With my wage tonight I have £38.

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