We had our life-saving exhibition last night. Dad came, of course, and Chloe and her parents. Everyone else had a few people there too, so the place was quite crowded, and I was kind of nervous before my turn, but it went fine, thank goodness.
(Of course I wished Mam was there, but I’m getting used to her missing stuff. Still no mention of my going to San Francisco. She’s probably planning to surprise me with the plane ticket, so I won’t say anything.)
Afterwards, Sandra gave a little speech, and then we were each presented with certificates and selection boxes, and while we got changed everyone had sandwiches and drinks in the lobby. I had to practically drag Dad away, which wasn’t a bit like him – usually he can’t wait to get away from groups of people like that. But I suppose he doesn’t get out much, except with Marjorie.
Although, now that I come to think of it, he hasn’t met Marjorie for a while. I wonder if they’ve had a row.
By the way, I met Damien Wallace, Ruth’s brother, just a while ago. I called over with a pack of Maltesers that I didn’t want from the selection box. Maltesers annoy me, the way they stick in your teeth and then melt away into nothing. But I remembered there was a box of them on Ruth’s locker in the hospital, so I thought she may as well have them.
Damien answered the door and told me that Ruth was gone shopping with their mother. I gave him the Maltesers and he promised to give them to her, and then he said, ‘I like your top – the colour suits you.’
It was so unexpected that I could think of nothing to say, so I just smiled and turned away.
It’s just an old green top, that I put on just for the laugh since it’s St Patrick’s Day. But it was nice of him to say that. Maybe I should wear green more often.
Funny, I never noticed before, but Damien Wallace has got the longest eyelashes.
Oh by the way, Chris and I have made up. He phoned me in the end, and I told him I didn’t mean to make him cross when I joked about Henry. It wasn’t exactly an apology, more a kind of meeting in the middle. I suppose that’s how it goes with boyfriends. Chris is pretty busy these days, rehearsing for the Camelot show, but we’re going out for a pizza tomorrow night with Terry McNamara (remember Catherine Eggleston’s ex?) and his new girlfriend. Must remember to make sure Chris doesn’t order onions.