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same feelings, we just communicate in a different way. Sometimes it does get personal, though.”
    I looked at him. This was better.
    â€œYeah, for instance, yesterday one of the fifth form hung his girlfriend’s knickers out of the Science block window.”
    5:30 p.m.
    Walked home after my session with the Hornmeister still in a bit of a daze. When we said s’later he gave me a kiss on the cheek and didn’t attempt tickly bears or anything. Perhaps he is going straight. Who knows? But on the plus side he has said he will find out all he can about Masimo for me. He is such a good boy-type pal.He didn’t mention Rachel, which is a bit odd, as she’s supposed to be his girlfriend.
    5:35 p.m.
    Crossing into High Street I bumped into Tom. I like Tom, even though I think he is mad to go to Kiwi-a-gogo land. And go out with Jas. And go on camping fiascos. And go on about food produce. Other than that, I like him.
    He seemed to have a touch of sadnosity about him when he said, “Alright, Gee?”
    â€œYes, fanks, alright as an…alright thing. And you?”
    He was unusually silent for him and eventually just said, “You’ll look after Jas for me, won’t you?”
    I said, “You bet your gol’darn bottom dollar, mister. I’ve got a gun and I’m not afraid to use it.”
    He just looked at me.
    Like I was talking complete rubbish or something.
    6:00 p.m.
    Home in my room, covered in ungents for tip-top beautosity.
    I will say this, mashed banana is vair vair good for the luuurve complexion, which is not easy to say when you have a face full of mashed banana.
    I wish I had a photo of Masimo. I hope I don’t forget what he looks like. I’ll just lie down in my (unusually empty) bed and have a mental snog with him.
    6:25 p.m.
    Oh, buggering God’s bum. Angus and Gordy have come in and started playing the “mouse disguised as a foot” game. They attack my feet for a bit really viciously until I pull my feet up under my bum, then they lie down and go to sleep. But they are not really asleep, they are just pretending to be asleep. As soon as I snuggle down to snooze off into Masimo land they leap on my foot underneath the blankets and wrestle it. Then they “go to sleep” again. They don’t really think that my foot is a mouse and that it will creep out when it sees they are asleep, do they?
    6:40 p.m.
    How did Ms. Furry Tart, aka Naomi, get past the armed warden (Vati) and into my bed?
    Blimey, I am quite literally lying in a cat basket.
    6:45 p.m.
    I wish she wouldn’t do that lying on her back with her legs spread open thing on my bed.
    6:50 p.m.
    Gordy is sniffing her bottom. This is disgusting!!! In front of his dad. This is kitty porn—surely there must be some sort of helpline for this. A kittykat helpline.
    It could be called Paws for Thought.
    7:30 p.m.
    Oh, Masimo, soon we will be together and you can tell me all about Pizza-a-gogo land. The music. The art. The snogging. I wonder if they have special techniques that go with their passionate Mediterranean temperament? I hope he doesn’t get carried away and nibble my lips off.
    7:35 p.m.
    No, I hope he does!!! Nibble away, Luuurve God!!!
    wednesday may 11th
in my bedroom
7:07 p.m.
    How many hours is it till we go to Hamburger-a-gogo? Jas will know. I’m not phoning her though.
    Doorbell.
    I went quietly to the top of the stairs and looked down. Crikey Loon Alert! It was my grandad and he was wearing shorts! Not his huge, all-encompassing grandad shorts that he wore during the Boer War, but bicycle shorts. In Lycra. Good grief.
    Please, please tell me he has not taken up cycling. Please.
    I went back to my room quietly. Maybe if I hide behind the door they will think I am out and JUST GO AWAY.
    one minute later
    Oh, yeah. Dream on.
    Mutti called up, “Georgie, Grandad’s here!”
    I kept silent behind the door. Naomi, Angus and Gordy were all in my