Woke with a headache this morning and to the sound of my phone ringing, not that that’s what it does. It was Donna. In a moment of weakness, I told her about last night, and she really laid into Breadstick. It wasn’t his fault, it was both of us, and she doesn’t know a thing about him.
Donna always finds fault with people, especially men. I think it’s her hobby. I wish I didn’t tell her stuff.
When I got up, Agnes could see I looked crap, so she made me drink a Berocca for breakfast, after which I went for a walk along the beachfront, Agnes’ previous home, to clear my head. At one point I had to go to the loo. True to form, some vandals had broken the lock on the door of the cubicle, so I had to go with one leg stretched as far forward as I could, to keep the door pushed shut. I understand that vandals want to make their mark in the world, but couldn’t they make it by doing something useful?
Then, when I went to wash my hands, I couldn’t sing Happy Birthday twice, as recommended, because the water automatically turns off immediately after the first Happy, which I was not.
I don’t know why, but Donna and I are going out tonight.