This is what I wrote in my diary 22 years ago today, on Sunday 14th July 1985:
"Woke up at five and couldn't get back to sleep again and didn't feel I needed it so didn't bother. Philip didn't get up til 10. Me and Philip had a v. companionable breakfast and Philip was planning skiing holidays for next year and working out what he was getting me for my birthday and it was lovely. Then he put on some love songs and we played Canasta and I won.
My trouble is I never know whether these things are significant or not or whether I'm imagining any undertones. He knew about me and Dan going swimming which worried me. Anyway, Rachel called round and we went swimming and Dan did turn up but thought just swimming was boring and though we were amiable he got on my nerves and I decided I didn't fancy him and we had nowt to say and I escaped as early as possible.
Me and Rachel went back to her house and then walked to Uni and fed ducks and then we sat on steps of Central Hall in silence for half an hour, both depressed.
Then I walked home and sat in my room and cried because I couldn't work out what significance Philip's kiss was and because I didn't think it meant owt, and decided if nothing happened at school with Philip tomorrow I'd go out with Matt because I really do still like Matt but then Matt rang to say we should just stay friends.
I cried til bed."
(Previous entries:
Wednesday 10th July, 1985
Thursday 11th July, 1985
Friday 12th July, 1985
Saturday 13th July, 1985)
This was the day I was born - July 14th, 1985
Posted by: Ajay B H | Thursday, 02 August 2007 at 02:55