Tuesday 26th October
11.10 a.m. Rosie called, we're all going to a gig tomorrow night!! Fun, fun, I have FRIENDS again! La la la la la, le Fab Gang are going to groove the night away. It's for under-eighteens. So even if the SG was here, he couldn't play. But I have decided that I am over him. Completely. Utterly.
12.36 p.m. Jas, Jools, Rosie and Ellen are coming over before le gig tomorrow. We are going to do girlish-type things. Apparently.
"What do you mean, girlish-type things?" I said on the phone to Ro.
"Well, not boyish-type things. Or lezzie-things."
"Oh good, that's always nice to know."
"It is indeed. Well, I've got to go do potatoes with Sven."
"Of course you have. Goodnight, mon petite amie."
"Bonsoir."
So you see, I am not quite sure what things I will be doing avec le Fab Gang. Ah well, still muchos excitamento!
2.57 p.m. I felt very restless with pent-up energy sans SG, so I did some solitary disco-inferno to "Blue Suede Shoes" by Elvis (no, not Mr Attwood, sorry to get you all excited. Erlack!!)
3.32 p.m. Libby came to join me and started licking my legs, so I stopped dancing and had to try and pull her off. Not as easy as it sounds. I shall still have the teeth marks when school starts again. Ick, I don't want to think about Stalag 14.
7.02 p.m. In my desperation I have found myself on the phone to Alex. It is disturbing, really.
"Ah, we meet again." She said, before I even said who I was. Freaky-deaky.
"Hello, Alex. Erm...it's Georgia."
"I know."
"How did you know?"There was a silence. Then she said, "Oh, I'm tapping my nose by the way."
"Right."
It went on in a similar fashion.
10.45 p.m. In bed. Vair vair nippy noodles. Ahhh, Mutti has put a hot water bottle in my bed for me.
10.49 p.m. Oh no, wait, that's Angus chewing a bird's head and getting blood and feathers all over the sheets. Thank you, God.
11.04 p.m. In a rare moment of sanity and goodwill Mutti got rid of the bird's brains and changed my sheets and duvet. I pretended to faint with shock when I saw.
11.34 p.m. Libby wandered in with a piece of string, looking for her "Angus Baby" (an old jelly worm she's been dragging round on its "lead" for the past few days), because he is "pissed gone" as she so quaintly put it. I blame M and D, for her unusual and traumatic upbringing.
11.47 p.m. I also blame Angus, due to the fact that I can see him eating Libbs' Angus Baby on the garden wall. It was probably kinder to put it out of its' misery.
11.49 p.m. Sudden realisation; Angus is eating his own baby!
12.01 a.m. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Night-night, world.
Sorry, really short chapter. I just want to get this up as I write it. Please review!