The secret diary of Adrian Mole aged 13 3/4, Townsend, Sue
A. contents:Thursday January 1st, Bank holiday in England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales.
My father got the dog drunk on cherry brandy. Just my luck to have a spot on my chin for the first day of the new year.
Saturday January 3rd.
My father had banned the dog from the house, so it barked all night. I think the spot is a boil. Mother still hasn’t worn the lurex apron.
Sunday January 4th, Second after Christmas.
My father has got the flu. My mother went out in the rain to get him vitamin C. The dog run off, because the gate wasn’t closed by my mother. No sign of the apron.
Monday January 5th.
The dog hasn’t come back yet. It is peaceful without it. My mom rang the police and gave a description of the dog. I think the police has better things to do. My father is still ill. Nigel came round today, he has got a tan with Christmas. He hasn’t got a single spot yet.
Tuesday January 6th, Epiphany. New Moon.
There was a tiny model pirate in its left front paw, my mother released the dog from its pain. I will look up Epiphany in my new dictionary.
Wednesday January 7th.
Nigel came on his new bike this morning, it has got a water bottle, a milometer, a speedometer, a yellow saddle and very thin racing wheels. He only goes to the shop and back with it. What a waste. My spot or boil has reached it peak, it can’t get any bigger. I found a word in t