Monday 12th April 1998
I have had a splendid idea. I will fall in love with Cordelia. Everyone says she's very pretty. She is also the only female who I know, under 60, who isn't in a long-term relationship.
Normally I wouldn’t let the age thing matter but those over 60 are also relatives...still.
No, perhaps not.
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Tuesday 13th April 1998
A thought has occurred to me.
A bad thought.
A fly in the ointment.
A problem in the grand plan.
It is this:
I am the last man on earth Cordelia would kiss.
Let alone sleep with.
This is a serious flaw.
Things were going so swimmingly.
Well the path of true love never runs smooth.
To be precise, the path of true love is uphill, running alongside a deep ravine, strewn with boulders and ending in a precipitous drop.
One minute I am mooning round parks and the next I am despairing.
I shall sleep on it and hope that I find a solution to this problem.
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