Sunday 24th October
9.10 a.m. Life shines on me with a new light. Mutti just went to help Mr and Mrs Next Door because.... they are moving! I can't believe it, and I don't think Angus can either. He's sitting on the wall outside, mourning for the loss of the Pratt Poodles. Actually, I think he's eating Snowy's dog biscuits, but the mourning goes without saying.
1.54 p.m. I hate Sundays. They drag along so slooowly. When I look out the window, everything looks like it's in slow motion. Even the people walking!!! Oh no, that's just Mr Next Door weighed down by the immense weight of his bottom.
Monday 25th October
9.10 a.m. Up at the crack of nine. Because Mr and Mrs Next Door are moving today!! I was singing that well-known jingle, "Hallelujah for the Loons have Left This Earth", and Mutti got all shirty with me and said that I should do something caring and useful like making a leaving banner to hang up by their gate.
9.25 a.m. My banner says "Good riddance"
9.46 a.m. Exit well-bottomed loons, welcome fresh sanity!! I went to wave them off, minus banner because Mutti had a spazoid fit when she saw it (so unlike her...not.) Nobody appreciates my humorosity. And accurate factuality in the case of the banner.
11.24 a.m. Nobody knows who the new neighbours are going to be. Maybe the house will fall into disrepair if nobody comes along soon, and I could paint it and put groovy sofas in and the Fab Gang could use it as Gang Headquarters.
4.46 p.m. Plan thwarted! The moving van (more like a lorry) is here. But no neighbours.
4.58 p.m. Mutti told Libby that we had new people moving in next door, so she's made them a "pee-sent" (present). I already sympathize with them. It's a hat that Mutti gave Libby for Christmas, but she's stuck feathers in it and something rather brown and gungy. Good luck, neighbours.
6.38 p.m. Breaking news!! A car has pulled up outside the house! I can see the people getting out. There's a rather bald tall guy, an ordinary-looking mother-type figure, and two blonde girls. One of them is dancing.
7.10 p.m. Mutti, Libby and I went over to "welcome" (scare) the newbies. Libby gave the older blonde girl (Alex) her pee-sent. As we left Alex was wearing it. Good Lord.
8.25 p.m. I'm discreetly spying on the neighbours. Alex has left her curtains open and is unpacking. I have one of Mutti's scarves over my head and I'm resting my chin on the windowsill. And the rest of my head, obviously. If Alex looks up she'll probably think I have a model of a head with a scarf on it on my windowsill.
8.29 p.m. Damn. Alex looked up and saw me and yelled 'Hello Georgia!!' out of the window and waved like a bespectacled loon. Which she is, but I think she wears contact lenses as well because she didn't have glasses on earlier. I had to wave back. She probably thinks I am a loon to the tenth degree.
8.36 p.m. But then, so is she, so there should be no trouble in that department.
8.56 p.m. Oh dear God, Mutti is yelling for me to come downstairs. I wonder what I've done this time?
9.17 p.m. Alex was at the door!! She wants to know if I could "Come for a mooch." She is almost as bad as Jas. This is disturbing. But I may as well go; I have nothing better to do.
9.32 p.m. Strike me down for saying it, but this is actually quite fun (!) Alex is rambling on about things and asking me questions about "the neighbourhood." To which I said,
"Well, it's not exactly fun around here. There's generally a bearded loon hanging around to make sure your life is miserable."
She looked at me and blinked a bit. "Well, we'd better liven things up a bit."
I sort of got into the swing of things and said, "We need a plan of whatsit. Action. Hobnobs."
There was a little silence while we both thought, and then she said "I have one!!"
"You have a hobnob?"
"No, a plan! We could...steal my dad's shaving foam and decorate the streets!"
Maybe she is not all well in the head department. I'm going to make an excuse to go home, and ... er... go home.
10.23 p.m. Sitting in bed. I can't decide whether Alex is groovy bananas enough to be my friend.
10.31 p.m. I just realised that Alex was wearing the hat Libby gave her when we went on our "mooch". Libby will start thinking she is Jesus next, and worshipping her.