6:30 AM:
"GEORGIA! BREAKIE IS READY!!"
Oh dear God. It was not a dream. I nearly fainted, but I just succeeded in falling off my bed.
On the floor:
Dave walks in, "Georgia, stop lazing about on the floor and get ready for school."
He is just like mum. Minus the nungas.
7 minutes later:
Where is my soap?? Oh right-o. Angus ate it. Did I honestly do something in a past life to deserve this?
4 minutes later:
I get situated at the table. Infront of me is a stack of pancakes (or how our German friends say, "Pfannkuchen" tee-hee.) and a glass of orange juice. And, there sat Dave at the end of the table feeding Libby pancakes. Why?!
4 more minutes later:
I'm poking at the pancakes. Perhaps it's poison. He does have the right mind to after all the "Massimo" fandango.
7:15:
I get up and begin to put on my rucksack for another day of fun. "Georgia, you hardly touched your pancakes!" Like I care. "Ah..well, Goodbye Georgia!" I half-heartedly reply, "Tatty-bye." And I was off like the horse of the west. Minus the sunset.
Back Home:
I may actually do some homework. I'd rather not hear Dave, today. I walk to my room passing the laundry. Wait. I take a few paces back. IS DAVE……FOLDING MY….knickers?? "Dave, WHY ARE YOU FOLDING MY KNICK-KNICKS?!" "Oh, I'm doing the laundry. That is what people do in the laundry room." That is when Dave pulled my bra from the dryer.
5 minutes later:
Why am I even trying on this homework when I can be ranting to Jas on how she left me!
Calling Jas:
"Hello?"
"Wello?"
"Who is this?"
"The Knickers Fairy, come to take back our flag, your giant pantaloonies. HAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!"
"Jas?"
"Jassy?"
Well there goes Jas.
Lying hopelessly on the ground once more:
What is the point in getting up. I actually want Mutti and Vati back. That is tre' sad.
"Georgia, are you coming for dinner?!" No. "Gee?"
At the table of culinary doom once more:
"Erm Dave?"
"Yes?"
"What is this?" I asked poking something that looked like chicken.
"Vegetarian Chicken."
"But Dave, how can it be vegetarian if it's chicken?"
"No see, it's soy chicken. Not real chicken, silly."
Not real chicken?! What the bloody hell?!
Chewing:
This is perhaps the chewiest thing on this blue-green-polluted dump of a planet. Dave insists we eat with chopsticks. Once more, WHY? I can barely use these sticks.
30 seconds later:
Who's bright idea was eating with sticks?
5 seconds later:
Not even sharp sticks.
After din-din:
Maybe I'll go run a nice warm bath. Wait, Gee. That is terribly dangerous. Dave is here. But self, I really do need a bath. Well that's too bad. No but- Okay that's enough brain. I'll flip a coin. Heads do Tails don't. Tails. Okay-dokay-hokay-pokay.
In the bath:
So weird. So bloody weird. Any minute now Dave will burst through the door. There was knocking on the door. "Georgia, do you fancy a fresh towel?" Why would he ask. I think he knows that I have a towel- w-where is my towel? Where in the name of Fabius Maximus' dress is it? "So that's a no on the towel then?" "No, Dave, I…."
And just like that Dave burst through the door and placed a towel on the towel rack. "Happy Bathing!" And he left. Wow.