Snog Tactics

Dad phoned after morning lessons. He wanted to know why the school have billed him for a second driving test so I had to spill the beans about the disastrous events of the other week. He seemed to understand and totally took my side of course. Smashing chap, Dad.. I asked to speak to mother but he rather nervously informed me that she wasn't around. Not sure why but I found his silence rather disconcerting. The more I think about it the more buggered up things seem to be at home. Really is rather a concern. Frankly I'm glad to be here. Oh and he also let slip that Sal AND Ian are heading over for lunch with Dad and mother tomorrow. He reckons Ian might do the whole "could I have your daughter's hand in marriage" nonsense. Bloody ghastly. I hope he does the decent thing and forbids the whole damn shenanigans. To be honest I'm surprised Sal is giving marriage to Ian more than a second thought. With her spending habits she needs to end up with someone with bucket loads of inheritance on the horizon. Not someone who's parents have only got one car (and a Vauxhall Cavalier at that) and who live semi-detached.

Nothing dramatic occured with Zoe last night. But the charm offensive appears to be doing the trick. She definitely touched my hand for at least four seconds last night when we were walking back to her boarding house. I reckon two or three more evenings in the JCR and we'll be at full snoggage capacity. Result!

Sanghita Masgeev farted in English this morning. At least Ralph and I are fairly sure it was her as it smelt like curry. She's allowed to go out and get her own Indian dinner whenever she feels like it, apparently due to religious beliefs. What a load of bollocks.