Thursday 28th October

10.23 a.m. On the phone to Alex. It must be some sort of disease. We may as well just open the windows and shout between the houses, because I can see her sitting on her bed and she can see me sitting in the windowsill. But, anything to annoy Vati.

10.36 a.m. Alex thinks the gig went quite well. Hmmm. Her friend Ben is in a band called the Flaming Monkeys. Once again I question the sanity of her and her friends.

'Well, I think it's a cool name.' She said. I could see her applying muchos eyeliner in the mirror. I couldn't see her in my mirror – that would be freaky-deaky, but I could see her looking in her mirror...yes. Anywhere, where was I before I rudely interrupted myself? Oh yeah, so then she turned around to the window and I raised my eyebrows at her.

'A cool name? Right, well, yes, whatever floats your...'

'Banana?'

'What?'

'I asked my Latin teacher whether or not bananas float today.'

'Oh, that's nice, anyway-'

'He didn't know.'

'Yes, well, you can't blame him.'

'Why not?'

'Well...it's not his job to know whether they float or not.'

'Has he never experimented? Stepped over the line between normalness and insanity, raved on the wild side?'

'He's your Latin teacher, you said?'

'Oh yeah, well, I suppose not then.'

She threw me completely off track with her blondeness and rambling. At least she doesn't have a fringe, like Jas. Well, obviously I have a fringe, but I don't look like a fool with it. Like she does. Jas, not Alex. Yes, well. Ahem.

11.03 a.m. I wonder why I haven't seen or heard from Dave for a while. He's probably busy dancing around somewhere. In the rain. With eyebrows, and a fringe. What has Alex done to my brain?? No, don't answer that.

5.39 p.m. I called Alex to see if she would come round, but she didn't. She said she had a hot date with Scooby Doo, God knows which poor fool is going out with her. I already feel for him.

5.56 p.m. For some reason I again find myself thinking of Dave the L. And how I was so mean before when I used him as Herring before I hooked the SG. And all the accidental snogging. Maybe I should call him.

6.34 p.m. Vair vair scary!! I was about to pick up the phone and I looked out the window and saw Dave walking along, with flowers and chocolates!!! Very quick mascara and lippy emergency application!

6.43 p.m. Answered the door and there was nobody there – I looked around, feeling like a fool, then went back inside and was about to close the door when Dave leapt out and shouted "Boo!!!" very loudly. I had a nervy b. and jumped in the air like a startled earwig. Not a great look.

'Hallo, Gorgey Georgie. Can't stay long, I have a pressing engagement, but I just came by to say hello and you will always be the one and only nostril-singer in my life.'

'Right, er, yes.' I didn't really know what to say to that. 'Do you have time for a coffee?'

'No, sorry, I must dash. I'm away laughing!' and with that he tap-danced back up the driveway to the street. With the chocolates and flowers. Which were not for me. Crap.

6.44 p.m. In my room. Ran up here like a mad thing to watch Dave go down the road. Hang on, he's stopped on the pavement. Has he dropped something?? No, he's going up the path to Alex's house!!

6.44 p.m. and half a minute Alex has answered the door. THIS CANNOT BE!! He has given her the chocolates, and the flowers, and, and....

Gone inside.