If You Don't Go To A Dance

If I See Marian Keyes' Books Or Patricia Scanlan's Books Given More Prominence Than Mine In The Bookstore, I'll Move Mine To The Front. I've Told Them I Do This, And They've Confessed To Doing The Same Thing To Me.

I Believed That Old People Never Laughed. I Thought They Sighed A Lot And Groaned. They Walked With Sticks, And They Didn't Like Children On Bicycles Or Roller Skates Or With Big Dogs.

I Have No Idea Whether What I Write Will Be Of The Remotest Interest To Anyone Else. Some Mornings When I Read What I Wrote The Previous Day I Think It's Fairly Entertaining; Other Times I Think It's Pure Rubbish. The Main Thing Is Not To Take Any Notice, Not To Be Elated Or Upset, Just Keep Going.

I Once Got A Huge, Expensive Flower Arrangement From A Person I Didn't Like, Who Sent It Out Of Pure Guilt. It Had A Hideous Bird-of-paradise In The Middle, And I Thought It Would Never Fade And Die. I Hated It.

I Look Placid, You See, That's Why People Think I'm Fine. Inside I Worry A Lot.