8 April 2009

I fell in the door at two glasses of wine later.

Youngest daughter was sitting on the sofa, talking on her phone, watching Gossip Girl on her laptop and MTV on the television.

'I thought you were at the library?' she said, without removing the mobile from her ear.

'How did you know that?' I asked. We have a strict policy of non-disclosure. I tell her nothing and don't ask. She tells me nothing and doesn't talk.

'I saw a poster at the library today. I went there to do my revision [this is a new definition of revision, believe me] and I turned around and there you were, flapping on the notice board. It's so embarrasing. I was with my friends... It's like you're stalking me.'

Posted by Writer in Residence at 6:03 PM