I saw a leaflet that said Garbage would be playing in Canterbury. I was going to ask my boyfriend if he wanted to go, but never got round to it.
I was at home for the Easter holidays. I went to the Card Centre (a shop in the town where I live) with my mother. As I left, it occurred to me that I should send people postcards, to let them know what I was up to. So I went back, and bought five postcards. Smill (a friend from school), Soppygit (a uni friend) and Will (a school friend) would be among the recipients. I also remembered that I should buy Smill a birthday present. (Disregard the fact that her birthday isn't until July.) I found some nice blue-y purple windchimes . . . but Liz (a school friend) was there, holding the same ones, intending to buy them for Smill as well. We decided to go halves, and also to co-write a postcard to Will. When Liz had finished her bit, I couldn't think of anything to say.
There was a circular picnic table in the shop, at which Soppygit and her parents were sitting. The postcard I sent her was going to be a bit silly, I thought. I said hi to Soppygit, and I talked to them for a while. I was a bit apprehensive, since she'd warned me that her parents wouldn't like me, but they were pleasant enough.
I went to the school carrels with my mother. Will and Mr Bulman (an ex English teacher of ours) were there. Will was about to go to a rehearsal for a play. Mum asked where it was, and he said Newcastle, so he could sell magazines on the streets, and be able to afford to go to Wales. When they left, Mum told me that if I ever got involved in a school play, she wouldn't be prepared to take me to rehearsals in Newcastle.
I went to the computer room. It was almost full of pupils. I asked Mr Foyston (who was partly in charge of the computers) if my account would still work, given that I'd left the school two years earlier. He offered to set me up another one. He gave me username warnesc.12 and asked me to enter a password. Since it could only be two letters long, I wrote CZ.
