Dear Diary. This evening I went to the climbing centre. I went by electric scooter. Two months ago I gave my electric scooter to a Greek girl called Maria to borrow and it was only last week that I got it back. The only problem is she still has the charger. So I haven't been able to charge it.

When I glided up to the climbing centre on my scooter, the scooter ran out of battery and I had to push it. I locked the scooter up and went inside the climbing centre. Some people I knew were there. Steffi, Cecilia, and Driss. They're from Belgium, Spain, and Morocco respectively. You think they sound cool, but they don't have any tattoos so they can't be that cool.

Nothing interesting happening in their lives. Cecilia is waiting for September when she'll start Catalan classes. Steffi does yoga classes but her Thursday class is cancelled due to a public holiday. Driss, well, I don't know much about Driss. He looks a bit like a young Michael Jackson because he's black and has frizzy hair.

Maria usually goes climbing on Monday but I noticed she wasn't there tonight, which is a shame because I wanted my charger back. Maybe now that she doesn't have my scooter, she won't come climbing anymore, because she's too lazy to walk.

I did some climbing. I must be getting stronger because I was to climb most of the intermediate walls again, something I haven't been able to do for almost two years, since I fell and injured my arm at said climbing centre.

The staff were putting down the shutters; the climbing centre was closing. I had to push the scooter all the way home.