Disclaimer: Oh dear Gott in Himmel? A bit like a broken record, aren't we? Well, I don't own the characters, just this plot, that I'm praying to Our Lord Sandra you like.

9:18 am

Dressed and out of bed. Going to go ask Mutti for some cash, so I can go to clothes shopping avec the Ace Gang.

Kitchen

9:23 am

Asked Mutti. I said, "Mutti may I please have some money?"

Before she can answer, Vati said, or he actually shouted, "YOU ARE NOT GETTING ANOTHER CENT OUT OF US!!"

I said, in a very calm way, "The last time I checked, dear man, you were not my Mutti. Although, you very well could be, I have yet to forget about your apron stashed away."

With that he muttered a cuss word, and left. Mutti handed me thirty dollars, "Please be more respectful, Gee".

Bedroom
10:03 am

Was dressed quite simply before, but Jas phoned to tell me the blokes were coming along, and we were shopping as well as going to the pictures. So now, I must find a whole new outfit and restart my makeup.

11:00 am

Dressed in a pair of denim shorts and Mutti's silvery tank. My eyes are all nice and smokey looking, and I've got my new lippy on. I look quite groovy-irresistible.

11:23 am

Walking with Jas. She asked about Massimo.

She said, "What about Massimo?"

So I said, "What about Massimo?"

She huffed a bit, "Well, are you two still together?"

I thought for a moment, I'm pretty sure we are still together. I think. "Of course, Jas. Dave the Laugh is just a hairpin twist in our relationship rollercoaster."

Jas blinked, "I suppose you are right. I mean, Massimo is probably all over all sorts of beautiful Italian women, so it evens out."

What a fabbity fab best pal!!

Piddly Diddly Department
2:36 pm

Everyone is buying snackies, so I decided to go to the Loo. We're at the pictures, and we've just came back from our shopping extravaganza. Dave was there, looking groovy as usual. He bought me a pair of new shoes, seeing as my other shoes are lost in a muddy prison. The new shoes are quite groovy, they're sneakers, made of canvas, that, according to Dave have been around for three million years, or something. Anyways, they've got all little drawings on them, they're vair lovely.

Home

6:40 pm

The movie was quite good, it was about that card game, uhmmmmm… Black jack, I think, and Vegas. I sat between Jools and Dave. Dave kept making these funny comments during the whole show, we laughed like loons, into popcorn was pelted at us. HAHAHA.

It is quite nice being strictly mates with Dave. Even though he gives me the teensy miniscule horn.

Ugh!! The tele is ringing, so I must get it as Mutti most definitely will not.

7:02 pm

IT WAS MASSIMO!! THE LURVEEE GOD! THE ITALIAN STALLION!! It was so groovy hearing his wonderous, beautiful, gorgey voice!

He asked about me visiting, I told I had been trying vair, vair hard (which is a bit of a lie) to persuade my horrible Mutti and Vati, but they won't change their minds.

He said he misses me so much, but he has to go makes sausage – erlack!! Must go ask Mutti once more!

7:06 pm

Forget about asking Mutti, she found out I borrowed her top. She is quite angered. I told her maybe if she bought me new clothes once in a while, we wouldn't have this problem.

Monday, August 8th

5:15 pm

Dave phoned this morning. He said we must chat. He also said, he'll be coming round tomorrow morning at eleven.

Jassy's Boudoir with the whole gang

8:30 pm

Discussing what Dave could possibly want.

Jas said, "Maybe he is going to make you choose between him and Massimo?" I shook my head no. Dave wouldn't start that business again.

Rosie suggested, "Maybe he is a homosexualist and wants you to be the first to know?" I thought for a moment, than shook my head. Dave wouldn't give up on women.

Jools thought maybe he just wanted to get a coffee and discuss life, love and everything in between. She is probably right. She is quite wise.

Even though she has a pretend unibrow stuck on her forehead.

Tuesday, August 9th

In bed
10:57 am

Too tired to get out of bed. I will stay in here foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

One Minute Later

OH DEAR GOTT IN HIMMEL. SOMEONE HAS JUST KNOCKED ON THE DOOR! I HAVE COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN DAVE THE LAUGH WAS COMING OVER! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

10:59 pm

Oh my giddygodspajamas!! I can hear him talking to Mutti, I hope she's got a bra on.

Must quickly apply makeup!!

In my room

1:05 pm

Sniffle, sniffle. Life is a horrible, bloody place! I hate my life! Why must everything bad happen to me?

1:10 pm

WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?

1:15 pm

There is a big pile of moist tissues on the ground. But, I do not care. Life for me is over. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!

1:20 pm

I'm tucked in bed, my eyes are all puffy and red. I can't control my sobbing. I am never, ever, ever leaving my room again.

After I had my makeup all applied in an "I've-just-woke-up" sort of way, I went downstairs to see Dave. He was sitting at the kitchen table colouring with Libs. And guess what?! She was being a decent girl! No poo-business or anything!

"Hi, Georgia" He said, he looked a bit different. Not like Dave the Laugh. More like Dave the can't-quite-put-my-finger-on-it.

We went outside to talk. It was a pleasant morning. We walked to the park, and sat on a bench.

He looked at me, with all seriousnessosity in his eyes, "There's something I have to tell you. It's really difficult to say, especially to you, Gee. So please, don't say anything until I'm through, alright?"

I nodded. And braced myself. Maybe Ro-Ro was right! What if Dave is a homosexualist?! And he and some other bloke fall inlove?! What would I do?! My horn advisor cannot be a homosexualist! He can't be!!

He grabbed my hands, and looked me straight into the eyeballs, "I'm going to Igloo-a-go-go Land,"

I let out a sigh of relief, "Oh, thank you Sandra! I thought you were going to tell me you were a flaming homosexualist, and possibly have the horn for my Vati, or something. So what is this Igloo-a-go-go place you speak of? It sounds-"

He cut me off, "No, Georgia! I don't think you understand, I'm moving to Igloo-a-go-go Land."

My mouth drooped open, like some sort of drooping drooper. "For – for good?" I asked.

He shook his head, "My mum thinks I should spend time with my father, so..." His voice trailed off.

I continued for him, "So, it'll be for good."

He nodded sadly, "Probably, I mean, its not for sure. When five months rolls around, I'll see how much I like it there,"

And that's when my eyes turned into two great, big leaky water faucets.

He took my hand in his, and walked me home. I had lots of questions to ask him, but my mouth felt a bit dry, like an old cactus. I did manage to ask him two vair, vair important questions: Where is this Igloo-a-go-go Land, and when he leaves.

"Canada," he said, "And I leave on," He looked down at our shoes. I was wearing the shoes he had given me. "I leave on Sunday,"

Oh noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

DOUBLE POO AND MERDE!!

Canada? That frozen arctic tundra?! And SUNDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!


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