23 June

2011 (aged 44)
Evie's seventh birthday. 'Mummy, were you surprised when I was born and you had a puppay instead of a human baby?'
'Yes, Evie, I was very surprised.'
2009 (aged 42)
We try to explain Holy Communion. Alice: Why would anyone want to eat Jesus? That's ludicrous!

Alice to Evie: Do you want to play vets?
Evie: I don't know. I'm a bit tired, being five all day.
2004 (aged 37)
Evie was born, at 11.16am at the Royal Women's Hospital. The cord was wrapped around her neck and they had been monitoring her heartbeat very anxiously for a couple of hours beforehand. I suppose I should have been frightened at the sludgey, uneven throb from the monitor, but when they told me, if you don't push this baby out in the next ten minutes, you'll have to have a caesar, it just seemed like a challenge I would have to rise to. I pushed, and she slid out, small and pale, and they rushed to grab and untangle her, and they gave her to me. She had a scratch on her cheek because her arm had been squashed up beside her head. Unlike Alice, who yelled and glared furiously around at everyone in the delivery room, Evie was sleepy and serene. A perfect little baby.
2002 (aged 35)
Trying to dress Alice, she crawls away & has to be enticed with her new GLITTERBALL!! Michael waves bye bye; Alice waves after he's gone.
1998 (aged 31)
(New York) Awake and ready ages before DC who wants till snooze till 10 and is right in holiday mode. Finally managed to prise him out then set off on tour of Seinfeld sites - primarily Tom's Restaurant, aka Monk's. Walked through Central Park then DC's turn to choose activity so we went to Virgin to shop for CDs!! Stayed there for hours getting tired and grumpy but didn't complain.
1996 (aged 29)
Consumed bucketful of margaritas with MT, discussed casual sex... He said, how could he know now I was putting him in my novel that I wasn't saying things like that just to see what he'd say? Which is crediting me with a lot more cunning than I actually possess!... Oh dear I'm really not up to working this morning - feeling quite seedy.
1993 (aged 26)
and there is dancing but dancing isn't everything
1987 (aged 20)
Had lunch with B; planned to open an ideologically sound bookshop with a baby upstairs. The new Cure album is brilliant.
1986 (aged 19)
Resolved to be good and wrote a timetable. Went to EVERYTHING!!! B turned up for lunch. Apparently he was shocked by my revelations of 3/6, had thought I was a paradigm of virtue. Oh well.
1985 (aged 18)
Candide rehearsal till 5.30 then home feeling whacked. Chatted to DT 3 times!!! Tea in front of Countdown.
1983 (aged 16)
English essay due (I hope - blame Rachel)
1981 (aged 14)
Rather depressed. Cried under slightest provocation in English. My stupid rainfall graph looks like a contorted rabbit.
1978 (aged 11)
I had a rotten day! These are the rotten things that happened - 1) Miss Wilkie made me rewrite a Social Studies letter. Now it's not a letter. It's a list. 2) Miss Osborn was away, so there was no library, no library lesson, no books. 3) We got unfair Maths homework. A few good things happened but not much.
1977 (aged 10)
I did my poem book. I dropped a duster out the window and Mr G teased me. We played keepings off and kicking.
1976 (aged 9)
Daddy is going to Port Morsbey for three days and I woke up early to say goodbye. Olny worked on Chitty; no school work. Chitty looks marvalous I made the windscreen.


  1. Double snap, kate! That's so cool! jxx

  2. I want you to write a novel like this.