Page 110 of The Bad Mother's Diary

I said, ‘No. Not once.’

Wednesday November 4th

Apparently, Alex and I running together is nowofficiallythe gossip of the village.

This is according to Mum, who is almost certainly the one spreading it.

Let them talk.

It’s perfectly innocent, much as I wish it wasn’t.

While we were running last night, I told Alex I’d updated my Facebook status to ‘single’.

He said, ‘God, is that what Facebook is all about? Telling everyone whether you’re in a relationship or not?’

It turns out HE’S NOT ON FACEBOOK!

I always wondered why I could never find him. (Yes – I did try to cyberstalk him when I was younger.)

He said I was ‘far too good for Nicholas Spencer’.

My knees go all weak when he looks right at me. Which isn’t all that good when I’m running.

Thursday November 5th

Fireworks Night

Afternoon

Funny feeling in my stomach today.

Maybe it’s all the fireworks going off and the smell of bonfires. But it just feels like something is about to happen.

We let off a few fireworks in the pub garden (why don’t Catherine wheelseverspin round?), and Callum burned himself on a sparkler.

Alex should be calling round soon, although I don’t really want to go for a run tonight.

I’m absolutely stuffed.

Mum did her usual bonfire tea of hot dogs, jacket potatoes, piles of grated cheese, butter, coleslaw, mayonnaise, sticky treacle pudding and a big bowl of Haribo sweets.

So it’ll be a job to squeeze myself into my running gear.

Blah.

Better get ready. Alex will be here soon.

Evening

OH MY GOD!!!!

Fireworks, fireworks, fireworks.

Did fifteen miles with Alex, which I think is amazing in itself (although Alex had already done five by the time he picked me up).

When we got back to the waterfront, Alex said, ‘Fifteen miles. I think that deserves a drink, don’t you?’

I agreed, wanting to add, ‘And five packets of dry-roasted peanuts.’

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