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walking shoes. So that doesn’t mean your silver stilettos, all right Fliss?”
    “But what about the party?” asked Rosie. “Surely we’ll need something posh for that.”
    “I doubt it. The villagers who go won’t exactly expect to see us wearing tiaras,” I reassured her. “Just take whatever’s comfortable. I know what I’ll be wearing…”
    “…Your Leicester City football kit!” chimed in the others. “Yes, we know!”
    “Although I do think you ought to make a bit of an effort for your Great Uncle,” Fliss told me seriously. “You don’t want to let him down, do you?”
    How I stopped myself from punching her in the hooter I’ll never know. Fliss gets me like that sometimes. And the thing is, she has absolutely no idea at all that she’s winding me up. Although she wound everybody up on the day we actually set off for Scotland – and everybody made sure she knew about that!
    To be fair, it wasn’t all Fliss’s fault that the start of our holiday was a disaster. My dad had a hand in it too – or at least one of his patients did. Now I know that doctors are there to serve their patients. And I know that saving lives is one of the most important jobs in the whole world. But why did Mrs Fogarty decide that 10.30 on Saturday morning was the ideal time to ring Dad to say that her son was seriously ill? I mean, we were all packed up and ready to go to Lyndz’s to meet up with the others.
    “Mrs Fogarty, you really ought to call the surgery,” Dad told her gently as we all stood around tutting and pointing at our watches. “Of course they’ll see a patient if it’s an emergency. No Mrs Fogarty, I wouldn’t want a death on my conscience, but I am pretty…all right then Mrs Fogarty, I will come round as soon as I can.”
    “DAD!” Molly and I yelled together.
    “Look, her son just might have meningitis and you can’t play around with that. I’ll be back as soon as I can. You’d better ring Patsy and Keith and explain the situation to them.”
    And with that, Dad grabbed his doctor’s bag and flew out of the door.
    Now if I was a doctor, I don’t really know what I would have done. But just at that moment I wasn’t thinking about being a doctor. I was just thinking about meeting up with my mates and getting up to Scotland to have some fun.
    Eleven o’clock passed. And half past. It was almost midday when Dad finally reappeared. I was certain that the boy had had to go to hospital for sure.
    “Well?” we asked when Dad finally came through the door. We could tell by the look on his face that it wasn’t good news.
    “A temperature and a runny nose. The lad has a wee cold,” he told us grimly. “I spent half an hour trying to reassure the woman that her son was not on death’s door, and then I had to go to the surgery to inform the other doctors. You couldn’t make me a cup of tea, could you Molly love? I feel exhausted and I’ve still got that long drive ahead of me.”
    Talk about spitting feathers! We’d never get up to Scotland at this rate.
    When we did eventually set off, I hadn’t been in the car five minutes before I’d had a fight with Molly, called Carli a brainless chicken and been told by Mum that if I carried on I wouldn’t be going to Scotland at all. Needless to say, by the time we drew up in front of Lyndz’s I was well cheesed off. Not in the best of moods then to cope with Fliss bawling her eyes out and having what looked like a full-on paddy.
    “What’s with her?” I asked Frankie, who was looking a bit pink round the edges.
    “She’s just discovered that she’s brought her brother Callum’s bag instead of her own.”
    She gestured to the pyjamas covered in Pokémon and Pikachu which were scrunched up on the gravel.
    “You ought to have seen her when she found out!” Rosie whispered. “She went ballistic. She flung everything out over the ground and started stamping on them.”
    “I bet Callum did the same when he found Fliss’s frilly knicks in