Despite the success of his Scout Pack's Gang Show a fortnight ago Wilf seems to be permanent feature in my flat these days; you'd think that the giddy excitement of Gant's Hill would draw him back, but oh no. He's had car trouble for ages, which is hardly surprising given the age of the vehicle - he wants me to drive it too but I just can't, you know my phobia.
I think it's being out of paid employment which is causing him stress, he's a resourceful man though and I fully expect him to succeed in his application for driving the local Mencap minibus. Roger has offered him some shifts in the shop, which he's gratefully lapped up; Wilf's even suggested that he give up his flat and move in with me, which is hardly romantic.
Romance - that's a funny notion. I think I really only felt it with Mr A, which is a sad indictment on the state of my love life. I like Wilf, I really do and enjoy his company, but it's not much deeper than that. I suppose I can't expect huge passionate affairs post forty but I thought I'd be more affected than this.
On a lighter note Father's written to me asking if he could take a short holiday from the Earthworm Retreat and stay with me for a few days. I agreed, how could I refuse a seriously deluded man? I'm slightly concerned that he'll have to remain moist at all times and as for eating his own body weight in food every day - it's just as well there's a Co-op over the road.
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