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reading. What is he reading? It’s called Live and Let Die . How true.
    8:30 p.m.
    No one has bothered to ring me. I wonder why Dave the Laugh hasn’t phoned me? I could phone him, but that would mean he might think I am keen on him.
    Which I am not.
    8:45 p.m.
    Vati’s book is about James Bond, who is a sort of special agent–type thing. Vati probably thinks he is like James Bond. Which he would be, if JamesBond was a porky bloke with a badger attachment.
    9:00 p.m
    I am in the prime of my womanhood, nunga-nungas poised and trembling (attractively). Lips puckered up and in peak condition for a snogging fest.
    And I am in bed.
    At nine P.M.
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    Not alone for long, because my sister is now in bed with me. She has got her nighttime book for me to read to her. Heidi. About some girl who goes up a mountain in Swisscheeseland to live with some elderly mad bloke in lederhosen, who sadly for her is her grandfather.
    I know how she feels. At least my grandad doesn’t wear leather shorts. Yet.
    9:15 p.m.
    So far Heidi and Old Mr. Mad of the Mountains have herded up goats and eaten a LOT of cheese. A lot. They are constantly eating cheese.
    9:20 p.m.
    Even Libby was so bored by the cheese extravaganza that she nodded off to sleep and I slipped downstairs to phone Jas. I did it quietly because there will only be the usual tutting explosion from Vati about me using the phone if he hears me.
    I whispered. “Jas?”
    â€œOh, it’s you.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    â€œWell, I’ve got my jimmyjams on and I was reading my book about the wilderness course that Tom and I are going to go on.”
    â€œOh I am sooooooo sorry, Jas, soooo sorry to interrupt your twig work, just because I am all on my own without the comfort of human company and my life is ebbing away.”
    There was silence at the other end of the phone.
    â€œJas, are you still there?”
    Her voice sounded a bit distant.
    â€œYes.”
    I said, “What is that cracking noise?”
    â€œEr…”
    â€œYou are actually playing with twigs, aren’t you?”
    â€œWell…I…”
    How pathetico.
    She said all swottily, “Look, I have to go. I’ve got my German homework to do.”
    â€œDon’t bother learning their language; they are obsessed with goats.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?”
    â€œLederhosen-a-gogo land people are obsessed with goats…and cheese.”
    â€œWho says so?”
    â€œIt’s in a book I am reading about them.”
    â€œWhat book?”
    â€œIt’s called Heidi . It is utterly crap.”
    â€œHeidi?”
    â€œJah.”
    Mrs. Picky Knickers sounded all swotty and know it all. “ Heidi is a children’s book about a girl who lives in the Alps in Switzerland.”
    â€œYes, and your point is?”
    â€œThat’s not Germany.”
    â€œIt’s very near.”
    â€œYou might as well say that Italy and France are the same because they are very near.”
    â€œI do say that.”
    â€œOr Italy and Greece.”
    â€œI say that as well.”
    â€œYou talk rubbish.”
    â€œYeah but I don’t play with twigs, like a…like a fringey thrush.”
    She slammed the phone down on me.
    Well. She is so annoying.
    But on the other hand, no one else is around to talk to.
    Phoned her back.
    â€œJas, I’m sorry, you always hurt the one you love.”
    â€œDon’t start the love thing.”
    â€œOK, but night-night.”
    â€œNight.”
    10:00 p.m.
    Oh, I am so restless and bored. I think my mouth may be sealing over because of lack of snogging. Or shrinking. I wonder if that can happen? They say “Use It or Lose It” on all those really scary posters in the doctors’ surgery, mainly for very very old people who are too lazy to walk about, and then their legs shrink, possibly. But it may be the same for lips.
    10:05 p.m.
    No sign of any shrinkage on the basooma