Right. Okay. So. Hmm. Well. You know. Life is good, you know? Yeah...
Ah alright. You got me, Diary. I can't hide anything from you, can I? You can read me like a book. Ha! How ironic! A book reading me like a book. Sorry if this makes me seem really sad and pathetic, but I'm having a genuine laughing fit at myself right now. Such a dork...
I'm just in such a great mood today! Everything has just gone so great. Like...everything. Absolutely everything. The day got better and better as it went on...
Yes! Yes alright, Diary. I can't hide that either. I did see Danny again today. And you'll be right if you're guessing that it's him that's put me in this fantastic mood. Because it was. It totally was him. The whole day just got better with the couple of hours that we were together...
God, I sound like a proper nutcase, don't I? Lovesick teenager type behaviour over a date. But can you really blame me, Diary? I've never had something like this before.
You know my track record with relationships. I've never really been overly lucky, have I? That's an understatement, I know. I do know that. I've had possibly the worst record a woman could ever have. And all at such a young age too. I mean, who does that to someone, Diary? Who in their right mind would do that to a sixteen year old girl? Say those things? Make them feel like they're...like they're nothing.
Sorry. Today's not the day for those kinds of things. You know them all. No need to open old wounds on a day like this. Look to the positives, Clara. You've got those now...
Right. Where was I? Oh yes. Today. My date! Prepare to be amazed, Diary. Exercise your vocal chords. You'll be squealing right along with me, I guarantee it.
So our date. Sigh, I can't get enough of that word. Date. Date. Date with Danny. Danny Date. It's good no matter how you say it, isn't it? Onomatopoeia really is a key factor in this I think...Nah, who am I kidding? It's just the fact that I can say it in front of his name. Danny...
Right. Anyway. Date (eek). It was pretty much your normal day to start with. I'd gotten the details the night before. A sweet little text to let me know the location and time. Quite literally, location. I got a page number and a couple of centimetres for me to find in a city map to tell me where to go. And the book wasn't exactly a new one, either. He'd gone out of his way to direct me to the oldest possible book so that no local landmarks were there.
Good thing I can read maps, isn't it? Daddy came in useful with all those camping trips to Wales that we used to go to. I navigated myself around the back alleys of London like a pro, wielding my phone's GPS like a professional compass. Pretending to myself that I was on the search for this hidden treasure, pushing through the trees of lampposts and swarms of native Londoners to get to the X that marked the spot.
It really was in the middle of nowhere. And, in fact, there was an X when I got there. A massive graffiti X on the wall with a note stuck to it. Strange, I thought. What on earth is this? So when I opened it to find another page number along with more centimetres, I panicked. I hadn't brought my book with me! What was I suppose to do now?
That's when I saw the P.S at the bottom. He knew I wouldn't bring it, so left me a copy behind the bin to my left, along with a ruler. I was grinning like a Cheshire cat, I swear to God. Only he could think of something so creative for a date. I thought we would just be plodding around some museum or eating at another tiny café. But no. Daniel O'Donoghue had decided to set me on a scavenger hunt.
Random location after random location, I found myself weaving through parts of London that I never knew existed. How could I? London is huge, in case you've never been there. Capital city and all that stuff, there's bound to be places that even the oldest of residents have never been to. It makes me wonder how Danny knew of these places, actually. Although, he does seem like a bit of a wanderer. I can totally see him just walking all night, trying to find the most obscure places to give him inspiration for his music.
