Dear Diary,
Oh dear sweet William! Well I’m afraid that I won’t be seeing him
again in a hurry, what a frightful bore! I must say I am rather disappointed
because we did share some swell times together and I thought that there might
be some romantic potential. We met on the dodgems at the fun the fair not long
ago and got to know each other much better over a glass of stout in the pub.
Wills has been treating me like a queen on outings and dinner dates, always
bringing delightful little gifts; a single red rose or a luxury chocolate
wrapped in gold foil, oh how thoughtful. William certainly knows how to woo a
gal.
Nevertheless, his true colours were
shamelessly revealed when he invited me to that speakeasy last night. I wanted
to contribute something to the party so I decided to have a go at Great Aunt
Matilda’s recipe for beetroot cake. I’m quite certain that I followed the
recipe to the letter. I mixed the ingredients with the grated beetroot and
popped the cake in the oven for 55 minutes just as it was written down in the
recipe. I thought I had time to dash to the corner shop whilst the cake was in
the oven. However, when I returned home the kitchen was thick with smoke and
the cake was on fire! Oh fiddlesticks! What a disaster and such a mess!
Well, I had no choice but to arrive empty
handed at the party. The front door of the house was on the latch, so I let
myself in and made a spectacular entrance wearing the Beverly dress by
Heartbreaker Fashion. It was almost like a scene from the movies when the
screen siren enters the room, everyone stops talking for a moment and the men
are hopelessly entranced. Of course that’s why this dress is known as the
Heartbreaker, because a dramatic impact is always guaranteed!
Happily, one chatty fellow, (I’m assuming
the host) approached bearing a tray of overfull sherry glasses, so I politely
took one although it was rather sticky and unpleasant. Another chap invited me
to choose a gramophone record, but I gracefully declined on account of my
sticky fingers. Two young lads came breezing in from the next room and took
turns to sweep me into a relay of twirling along to the jazz records, the party
really started to swing! Suddenly, it seemed as if the whole party decided to
get up and dance!
The music was turned up even louder for the
jitterbug, so the petticoats were flying! Just then I caught a glimpse of
William, desperately pushing his way through the crowded room with a reddened
face like thunder. What on earth was the matter with him? It all happened in a
trice! William launched into a frenzied attack of jealousy and completely
floored my dance partner with one almighty punch to the jaw! What a disgrace!
That was absolutely uncalled for, I was only dancing with the poor fellow and
he most certainly didn’t deserve that!
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