BSB 29/01/1986 Wednesday
In the afternoon me, Ana and Viviene went to Cristina’s. Vivi left soon because Pedro came looking for her. Later Ana and I went to the stationary shop and I bought some more letter paper. I went home at 7 and my mum called inviting us to go to ‘Francesca’s Confectionary’. Ana and I went to meet her. When we got there she was kicking up a fuss because all the tables were booked and the only table available was in the sun. The usual humiliation. I’m sick of it. She’s always finding a reason to argue with anyone. Must be for attention. She is always in the wrong too, foolish woman. It’s awful going out with people who want to show off all the time. Every time we got out she complains about something.
The other day, in the supermarket, she got some ice cream, the price list said one thing, the tub had another price. She started having a go at the woman on the till, whose fault it wasn’t, who then called someone to check the price. The stupid idiot was looking at the wrong price list, for another ice cream. She calmed down straight away. Everyone laughed at her, me included.