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12:00pm
Turns out the sobbing was Jools. Her little sister (not quite as loony as mine, but nearly) has shaved off her eyebrows. I told her the bad news.
"They take around a month to grow back Jools."
"Thank you Georgia that's particularly helpful right now, isn't it?" Of course, Jazzy Spazzy had to get her huge knickers in a twist.
"I've heard they do sets of false sort of tattoo eyebrows at Boots." The Ace Gang turned and stared at Mabs when she said this.
12:45pm
We've spent about half an hour trying to work out what colour Jools' hair is. Jazzy the obvious says mouse, I say dark blonde and RoRo says green. I told RoRo she was colour blind. Mabs seems to think its chocolate(?) and Ellz thinks it's auburn, but I personally don't even think she knows what auburn means.
1:00pm
I won the argument. We're currently in Boots, while Jools finds herself some new eyebrows.
2:00pm
Back at RoRo's house. She's SO lucky! Her parents are only in about twice a year! Anyway, we were playing truth or dare, and we all got dared to dye our hair.
"So Jools, you've got to dye your hair black." RoRo declared. Jools looked mortified, RoRo knows she hates the colour black and she's just got blonde eyebrows.
"RoRo, I dare you to dye your hair light blonde with pink and blue ends." I said this to give Jools a giggle. We both know how much RoRo hates the colour pink.
"Erm…well…Gee, I erm… well dare you to erm… dye your erm hair blonde." Ellen spent half an hour dithering trying to decide what to dare me to do. I gave her evils when she suggested blue, so she pretended to have said blonde in the first place.
Mabs was dared to dye ginger streaks in her hair. She complained for about an hour, saying she didn't want to look like Angus. We eventually agreed that strawberry blonde would be funny on Jas and Ellen was dared to dye hers blue.
6:00pm
My hair is officially bleach blonde. This is a sehr gut thing. Jools' hair dye went wrong. Her hair turned green. I nearly went to the piddly diddly department in my knickers (or as our American chums and chumettes say wrongly, panties). Jools was having a complete nervy b. She was contemplating suing RoRo, until I pointed out that a cheaper alternative on Jools' behalf would be to force RoRo to pay for Jools to have it dealt with at the hairdressers. RoRo looked daggers at me, especially when Jools announced that they were having it dealt with at Nikki's, the most expensive hairdressers in town. I have to say, it was vair vair amusant to see RoRo ransacking her life savings. Oh, Mabs' hair dye went wrong too. The orange streaks turned bright red. I hate to admit it, red streaks look vair vair gorgey in Mabs' hair.

7:00pm

Jas called.

"Hallo und Willkommen zum verrückten Nicolson-Haushalt. Wie ist das herrliche Georgia möglicherweise von der Unterstützung?"

"Georgia, why can't you answer the phone normally for once? Are you practising for the German test tomorrow? I am."

Bloody swotty knickers voley type.

"Don't bother learning the language, Jas. They're obsessed with spangferkel und Kochs. Libby's had me reading Heidi forty million times, I for one should know."

"Heidi's about Switzerland, Georgia! Anyway, I didn't phone to argue with you. I... I... I think I'm winning on the snogging scale front.

"Ok, another ace gang meeting at my house in ten minutes. You ring around to the aces." I did manic laughing as I slammed the phone down. Hahahahahaha, she's Radio Jas, of course she'll tell everyone. Hahahahahaha

7:10pm

I ripped the door off its hinges revealing a vair red faced Jazzy, who was on the verge of having a spazzy.

"Okay then Jas, spill ze beans."

I'm worried about RoRo's dwindling sanity.

"Well, I'm on erm... well... number nine." Jas dithered for another five minutes before going purple with embarrassment.

"Loser!" RoRo suddenly shouted from across the room, making us all jump like beans.

"Why am I a loser, Rosie?" Jas asked defensively.

"I'm on NUMBER TEN!" RoRo yelled.

"Seriously, RoRo?" Jools asked.

"Jah oh jah where the herring Sven boogey!"

The phone rang in the hall.

"Ms. Nicolson?" a voice enquired.

"I'm afraid to tell you that David has been in an accide..."

I threw the phone to the floor and sobbed while a voice buzzed from the speaker. I couldn't stand it. He wouldn't remember me. His Kittykat.

A.N. Review if you hate me, luv me or anything else. If anyone wants to know what it says in German, the first part of Jas' chat, it says:

Hello and welcome to the loony Nicolson household. How may the gorgeous Georgia be of assistance?

Lots of luv

RoRo the Viking x