May 18th, 1989
Feeling absolutely stuffed, after overindulging on pancit at H&M’s tonight. It was so incredibly delicious that I couldn’t say no to seconds but now I need to look for my magic wand so I can fiercely wave it and make all my fat disappear. Ah, if only!
Read in the garden for ages today, love doing that. Presently reading Oscar and Lucinda by Peter Carey, as recommended by Lucy. It’s a great story about two gamblers, one compulsive and the other obsessive. But there’s so much more to it than that.
Pamsy rang this afternoon.
“So glad I caught you. How’s this weekend looking for you?”
“Fantastic. When are you coming down?”
“You just said you were.”
“Actually, what I said was great.”
“Huh?” she asked.
“Great, because I’m going to Cairo for the first time.”
“What?” I asked.
“I mean, oh yes. Sorry.”
“Pamsy, what’s gotten into you?”
“I just saw Oliver on the beach and now I’m all in a tither.”
“You certainly are, so not like you.”
“I know. Phew,” she said, blowing the word through the phone.
“I can see why. He’s the real deal isn’t he?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes he is. Let’s change the subject, I can barely concentrate as it is.”
“Ok. Guess what?” I asked.
“I’m going to Cairo this weekend.”
“Oooohh,” Pamsy cooed. “Maybe you’ll meet someone who’ll get you all in a tither.”