May 8.—I woke up with a most terrible head-ache. I could
scarcely see, and the back of my neck was as if I had given it a crick.
I thought first of sending for a doctor; but I did not think it necessary.
When up, I felt faint, and went to Brownish’s, the chemist, who
gave me a draught. So bad at the office, had to get leave to come
home. Went to another chemist in the City, and I got a draught.
Brownish’s dose seems to have made me worse; have eaten nothing
all day. To make matters worse, Carrie, every time I spoke to
her, answered me sharply—that is, when she answered at all.
In the evening I felt very much worse again and said to her: “I
do believe I’ve been poisoned by the lobster mayonnaise at the
Mansion House last night;” she simply replied, without taking
her eyes from her sewing: “Champagne never did agree with you.”
I felt irritated, and said: “What nonsense you talk; I only had
a glass and a half, and you know as well as I do—”
Before I could complete the sentence she bounced out of the room.
I sat over an hour waiting for her to return; but as she did not, I
determined I would go to bed. I discovered Carrie had gone to
bed without even saying “good-night”; leaving me to bar
the scullery door and feed the cat. I shall certainly speak to
her about this in the morning.
The Diary of a Nobody
is the fictitious diary of Charles Pooter, written by George
Grossmith and originally serialised in Punch magazine in 1888 and 1889.
The text of this version is taken from
the Gutenberg etext
, and the weblog
format was engineered by Kevan Davis
(initially a straight
weblog in 2004, then rewritten as an auto RSS generator in April 2007).