INGRID IS TOO FAT FOR HER SKI TROUSERS
S A T U R D A Y, 1 8 F E B
The play they all went to last night was no good, and the restaurant had good food but was scruffy. Daddy blamed Mummy for everything - he couldn’t understand how she had even thought of booking. He made it up at tea time, but it’s still pretty beastly.
Tried on my old ski trousers. They not only make me look like a pig but they’re now so tight that I can’t do up the zip. I can see Mummy’s pretty fed up.
Later the sun came out and we took Soz, Rhys and Jane next door on a walk round the 'Estate' - the sky was a Sils Maria blue! Chump played with Jane most of the day, I sometimes joined in but they seemed perfectly content by themselves. I think Jane's terribly attractive, especially her eyes. We did her hair in three fab styles and left it in the pony-tail one. Later she saw The Monkees for the very first time - and adored them!
At Leatherhead Theatre in August they want young people to help with painting scenery etc. It'd be lovely fun but I've got no one to go with. Ma suggested it and I know it’s ridiculous but I wish she hadn’t because it makes me feel that she feels she has to try and push me into doing anything to meet people and all that sort of thing. Don't think she thinks I’m capable of making friends (boys).
Oh dear, I wish my friends lived here. We could do so many things together, it would be Heaven.