I was in the kitchen at about midnight with Dad. I noticed that smoke was streaming from one of the plug sockets. I switched it off, but the smoke continued to come. I asked Dad’s assistance: he inserted a small metal cylinder into the plug as a temporary measure, then went out to buy something that would solve the problem permanently.
In order to get me to a party in Ramsgate that happened three months ago, Dad came to UKC’s campus which looked a lot more like school. However, I already had a lift, so he gave a lift to seven other people. “How did you fit them all in the car?” I asked. Dad said, “two in the front, three in the back, two in the boot”, but I didn’t see how this was possible, if he was driving. I thought he’d be more annoyed with this situation than he was.
I’d bought some Persian rugs for various friends. My brother asked me if I could buy one for him. A friend of Bryn’s who lived in London who had a husband and three kids asked if I could buy several. I was a bit apprehensive, as I didn’t know if she’d be able to reimburse me.
