Thursday 28th October

6.45 p.m. Oh Goddy God. No. This isn't happening. Dave wouldn't do this to me!!

6.46 p.m. Then again. I haven't exactly been his willing love slave. But couldn't he see that it wasn't my fault? Maybe this is my fringe speaking, but ... oh no. I don't make any sense.

6.48 p.m. Libby just came in and saw me crying. She said 'Knickers on Ginger!' and gave me a pair of Mutti's knickers. Thank you, Libby, I can use them as a circus tent.

6.54 p.m. Watching avidly out of the window. I'm all sniffy and wet. God, please don't say I'm turning into Lindsay. Or P. Green. Or...anyway. I don't see any activity. Which means that they're probably just having a coffee. Or hopefully, Dave isn't dating Alex, he's dating her mum!

6.56 p.m. Erlack! Bad thoughts, bad thoughts.

7.03 p.m. Dave and Alex just came out of her house. Alex is actually still wearing her Libbs hat. What DOES he see in her? I mean, she doesn't even have a fringe! But, then again, she is blonde. But didn't Dave like me? I'm not blonde. Well, maybe I am at heart. Dave and Alex are walking down the road, away from my window so I can't really see them any more. Poo.

7.14 p.m. It feels crap just sitting here and looking out of the window. Waiting for them to come back. I would have gone on an Emergency Stalking Mission, but I look all puffy and red from crying and I can't be bothered to put on any make-up.

7.18 p.m. I can't believe I just wrote that. That just shows how deeply I am hurt. Really and truly. I want to die. I keep blowing my nose on Mutti's knickers. They really are a handy hanky.

7.38 p.m. I'm writing a song. Alex told me once that I should channel my emotion my writing songs. So, I'm writing one. It goes like this.

"I love Davey,

Like I love gravey,

Alex stole him away,

I wish I was gay."

7.41 p.m. Well. I didn't say it was a good song.

8.37 p.m. Finally, they are coming back!! Alex seems to be laughing an awful lot. She's trying way too hard, and it's extremely obvious. They've got to Alex's doorstep. Do I really want to see this? The answer is yes. They're still talking.

8.43 p.m. Oh, great. This is how I love to spend my Thursday evenings. Watching my next door neighbour being practically eaten alive by my ex-boyfriend.

8.58 p.m. The phone is ringing. I bet it's Alex. I'll have to sit there and act pleased for her. My life is so unbelievably crap.

9.18 p.m. I am so right.

"Hello Ginger!"

"Alex, the only person who calls me Ginger is Libby. Are you willing to admit you have the same amount of brain as her?"

"No need to be like that, Ginger! Anyway, I just had an unbelievably brilliant date with my boyfriend, Dave. You know him, don't you? He said he knew you."

"Oh, er, Dave? The Dave, er, with the possums? Er. Yes." I looked out the window and she was giving me a very strange look.

"Er, yes, whatever. Anyway. We talked a bit, then snogged a bit, then talked. It was marvy!"

Marvy?! How dare she use one of my words!

"Really? Oh, that's good."

Then she laughed, which sounded like a parrot being throttled. "You...you'll never guess what Dave says." She spluttered. Oh, I bet I can.

"What?" I said innocently, trying to hide my boredom.

"He...he said, 'nippy noodles'." She said, and collapsed laughing again. I said "Ha, ha, ha." As calmly as possible, seeing as I wanted to just nip over to her house and throttle her. Once she'd got over that completely hilarious little comment, she managed to talk again.

"Anyway, it was marvy with knobs on!"

"I'm sure it was. I have to go now." I said.

"Oh, OK." She didn't sound that disappointed. Well. Hah on her. She who laughs last laughs the laughingest.

"Bye." I said quickly, then slammed the phone down and now I'm in bed with the light off so I can cry in peace.