Disclaimer: I diven't own anything, pet.
5:00pm
"So the plan is, Sven hides in her locker and we take it from there. RoRo, you're in charge of telling Sven, as you're the only one who can actually talk to him. Good. Done." Jools finished off her plan.
"This may sound sehr gut Jools, but I've got to go to the hospital to jog Dave's memory. I'll take photos, but have you got any extra photos or memories that I could use?" I asked the gang.
"Hmmm, remind him of all the stupid things he's ever said, remind him about the Handbag Horse, all the weird places you've snogged in, and most of all about his family, his laughs and his comedy." Jas came up with some sensible suggestions for once.
"Thank you Jazzy, I never doubted your cleverosity. Will you come with moi? You're full of good suggestions, which is why I need you there." I asked.
"I'll come with you Gee-Gee." Mabs surprised moi by saying this.
"Of course I'll come Gee." Jazzy was being vair nice to moi.
"Me too, I want to come!" Jools jumped up.
"Er... well.. I'll.. erm.. come... or something?" Ellen dithered.
"Jag sjuttonde!" Rosie yelled.
"Okay, well we'll have a sleepover at moi's house. Be there, or be pentagonal. Bring photos, and if possible, food. Mutti won't feed moi, let alone you lot. 7:00pm. S'later." I finished off.
I cannae wait, pet!
So, what do ye think? Review pwease. And for those people who aren't as good at Swedish as moi, RoRo says, "Me seventeenth". R&R, or I set Sven on you. Not joking.
p.s. HOOOOORRNNN