It’s Christmas day on which me and Joe attended a church ceremony, whilst Mrs. Joe stayed at home to prepare for guests. When we returned home from the church ceremony Mr. Wopsle, Mr. Pumblechook and Mr and Mrs. Hubble joined us for dinner.
Through-out the dinner, Mrs. Joe tried her hardest to impress our guests however I wasn’t paying attention, all I could think about was the convict and how guilty I have actually felt, especially when Mrs. Joe’s asked me questions like, ‘They seemed to think the opportunity lost, if they failed to point the conversation at me, every now and then, and stick the point into me’. I wanted to escape. Additionally Mr. Wopsle continued on intimidating me into feeling a burden towards Mrs. Joe. I appreciate that Joe is the only person who feels compassion towards me, though sometimes it seems like he pities me. Although he sympathies with me, he shows he is too modest to express it so gives me more gravy. By the end of the dinner my guilt continued to grow, and honestly I was expecting the worst punishment when Mrs. Joe suddenly announced that there would be pork pie for desert. Pork pie, which we did not have.
