13 November 2026
Friday. The thirteenth! Everyone says it is unlucky. I have decided it is my birthday. Nobody can prove it isn’t.
I made the most of it. Things fell over that had been standing still for years. Doors I don’t usually bother with went bang. One man jumped so high he touched a lampshade, and I have been trying to touch that lampshade for ages.
A girl pressed the Goodbye Button halfway through and a grown-up came and walked her out, kindly, the way they always do. Her friends played on and talked about her the whole time, nicely. I hope she comes back on a Tuesday, when I am calmer.
The Beeping Man was across the road all night, very excited, beeping at the moon. He thinks tonight means something. It does. It means I had a lovely time.
— Cathy (please come back)
