REVOLTING INDIAN WORMS

W E D N E S D A Y,  2 2  F E B

English was so good - we did 'Strife'. I had quite a big part. I was Enid, the daughter of the head of the company, and wife to one of the directors. But I'm so thrilled: at the end Mrs Huggett said, "good, Ingrid" (and sounded rather surprised). Then I got an Excellent for Geog but half way through the lesson there was a huge crash as one of the metal supports on the site had fallen and only just missed some workman! 

Lucy, Tig and me went to an SCM meeting in Room V - a film of India. There were some revolting pictures of a guinea worm being pulled out of a man's hand, it was thin and white and three feet long - urgh.

In the dinner hour Anya and me pretended to record French records - she sang the song while I did the backing. I was also the recording manager, slamming my Tupperware down on the desk and shouting "ALLEZ! ALLEZ!"! We were in fits.

Going home, Jenny asked me if Anya and me had "loved" Mr Finkelstein. I don't think I loved him. Love is timeless. But we didn't have a crush on him either, because a crush is the sort of meaningless way you feel about a pop star or someone. I told her I just respect and admire him, and I always will. Like anything. It's that sort of love.