dear diary, feb 6, 1990
This is the entry I first read out to my sister over the phone and, between her wild laughter, she suggested I start illustrating my diary. (Thanks, sis!) Read earlier entries here. I sound like such a victim but we were both rotten scoundrels.
I went to my good friend Dulcie’s birthday party a couple weekends ago (she’s the one on my lap). I don’t really do kid parties, but I’d known this one since she was a bump.
Yesterday I got this nice picture from her in the post, plus this text message from her mum:
(Can you spot it?)