Ruth Wallace is the most annoying person I ever lived next door to.
Remember I said I was going to talk to her about Chris? Well, I did, and she said exactly what I thought she would – that clearly I wasn’t interested, and that I should finish with him. I had to agree, since I’d already figured that out for myself.
Then we decided that I had to meet him face to face, that it wasn’t nice to do something like that over the phone. Ruth told me I had to say that it wasn’t him, it was me. She says that’s the kind way of breaking up with someone.
I don’t know how Ruth knows stuff like that, but she does.
Anyway, when we had all that sorted out, and I was getting up to go home, Ruth said, ‘I know something you don’t.’ And she had this really smug look on her face.
So of course I said, ‘What are you talking about?’
And she said, ‘I can’t say any more.’
Is there anything more annoying than someone telling you they know something you don’t, and then not telling you what it is?
Then I said I’d push her out of the wheelchair, if she didn’t tell me, which of course didn’t scare her a bit. But she did take pity on me, because she said, ‘Look, I really can’t tell you who it is – I’d be killed – but I know someone who fancies you.’
And no matter how much I threatened her after that – I even went to her fridge and took out an almost-full litre of milk – she wouldn’t say another word.
Of course she could be making it all up – but why? We’re friends now. She doesn’t try and wind me up any more. Well, she does – last week she asked me if I ever thought of getting my head shaved and wearing a wig – but it’s only a bit of fun now, and I just tell her to get stuffed.
But this is different, and I don’t think she’s making it up. I just can’t imagine who it could be though. The only boys we both know are Chris and Bumble – unless it’s someone Ruth knows and I don’t. But how could someone I don’t even know fancy me? It doesn’t make sense.
It’s kind of nice though, to think that someone thinks you’re cool.
I’m still working on the birthday kitten idea with Dad. He won’t give me a definite yes, but that’s probably because he’s going to surprise me. I can read him like a book sometimes.
I really hope he gets a mostly white one, although of course I’ll take any kitten he gives me. As Granny Daly would say, BEGGARS CAN’T BE CHOOSERS.
Oh and guess what? Dad was right – it was Bumble who phoned the other night. He rang again last evening, and would you believe he actually meant it about us meeting up after all? We settled on next Thursday – I kind of want to get the whole breaking up with Chris thing over with first.
I am NOT looking forward to that. Better ring Chris now and arrange to meet him in town. God, I hope he hasn’t got me a birthday present yet – hope he didn’t pick up on the hints I was dropping about White Musk.
