17th February 2:00pm
Talked to Rosie about her lending me Sven. We found out that Emma's locker number is 52. I had a vair marvy idea. I told Sven I needed his help. His reply was, "Of course, we use the herring and make hats and coffee using the herring. I hide and we scare the Emma. She the bitch. She hurt Biscuit-boy!" It made the ace gang have an uncontrollable laughing spaz for about 10 minutes. I thought I was going to have to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre on Rosie, she was laughing so hard. I have a sehr gut plan.
3:00pm
Phoning Jools.
"Jools?"
There was muffled laughing from the end of the phone.
"Julia?"
Lip smacking.
"Oi, slag!"
"Look, what do you want Gee-gee?"
"Can you think of a sehr gut plan vis-a-vis lockers and Sven?"
"Hmmm, Ace Gang meeting at mine in one hour. Be there or be triangular. TTFN."
She hung up on me. How rude. One hour. I took all my glam off when I came home, to let my pores breathe. So, my plan:
Shower
Choose outfit
Do hair
Do makeup
Choose accessories
Set off with 10 minutes to get there.
4:00pm
Jazzy glared at me the second I walked through the door.
"Georgia, you're what's commonly known as late." Thank you, Jazzy the Obvious.
"Well...erm...why...are you... well... late or something?" Good god, someone kill Ellen now.
"Me thinks Mrs Laugh was having a secret tryst with her master..."
"Look can we get on with..."
Sacre bloody bleu. Rosie's got here beard out. Fantastique.