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his bag!” I grinned. “Where is he anyway?”
    “That’s just the point,” whispered Frankie. “He’s gone to stay with their gran for a few days. But when Lyndz’s mum rang Fliss’s mum to find out where they were, Fliss’s mum didn’t know and thought they’d gone off somewhere – with Fliss’s bag!”
    “Trust Fliss!” I snarled. “It can’t be that hard to check that you’ve got the right bag can it? Even for Fliss.”
    Was this holiday turning into a disaster or what?
    “So what are we doing now?” I demanded. “Waiting for Callum to turn up?”
    “No, Fliss’s mum is packing her another bag and Andy’s going to bring it over,” Lyndz explained. “He shouldn’t be long because Mum rang him ages ago. I’m really cross with Fliss, actually. Before this happened Mum was quite bright, but she’s gone all cross and narky again.”
    “She’s not the only one,” I said through gritted teeth.
    After what felt like an hour (but was apparently only five minutes) Andy’s van appeared. He leapt out brandishing a luggage bag identical to the one whose contents were now being tried on gleefully by Ben and Spike, Lyndz’s two youngest brothers.
    “Here you are love,” he smiled, thrusting it towards Fliss. “We managed to trace your gran and get your bag back. Now, now, there’s no need to cry!”
    Fliss was in full waterworks mode again and was sobbing into Andy’s jumper. Mum managed to prise her away, and before any more mishaps could occur bundled us all into Lyndz’s van.
    “OK Jim, I’ve got the directions and your mobile number. You’ve got mine, haven’t you?” Lyndz’s dad checked with mine. “Right then, all being well we’ll rendez-vous at Tebay service station. All aboard? Wagons roll!”
    At last! We were off! I have to admit that at one stage I seriously doubted that we would ever get out of Cuddington.
    “Can we have the Steps tape on, Mum?” Lyndz asked.
    “Yeah!”
    “Wheels On The Bus!” yelled Ben.
    “Steps!” we all chorused back.
    “Wheels On The Bus!” Ben’s chin was going all wobbly.
    “OK, you can have your tape on first, Ben,” Lyndz caved in. “But then it’s our turn, all right?”
    Ben grinned his big soppy grin and started doing all the actions to the songs on his tapes. The first time round we all joined in and it was a bit of a laugh. But when Ben insisted on having his tape on again, my heart sank. Not least because the alternative to his stupid tape was him shrieking at the top of his voice.
    “Just once more then.” Lyndz shrugged her shoulders apologetically at the rest of us.
    I wouldn’t have cared, but Mrs Collins just didn’t say anything at all. So we had to listen to “Wheels On The Stupid Bus” yet again. And let me tell you, by the fifth time I was ready to yank the wheels off the nearest bus and stuff them down Ben’s throat.
    Fortunately, five repeats of his tape seemed more than enough for Ben too, because he nodded off.
    “Great!” whispered Rosie. “Can we have Steps on now?”
    We handed the tape to Mrs Collins who put it on. Then, noticing that Ben was asleep, she turned the volume right down so we could barely hear it at all.
    “Could we have it up just a tiny bit, Mrs Collins?” Fliss asked.
    “I don’t want to wake up Ben, Felicity,” Lyndz’s mum replied coldly. “He wouldn’t be so tired if we’d managed to get off on time in the first place.”
    “Patsy!” Mr Collins looked crossly at his wife.
    Fliss went bright red and her eyes welled up with tears. Lyndz squeezed her arm and mouthed “sorry”. She looked as though she was about to start crying herself. The rest of us just looked miserable. So much for Mum’s plan of bringing Lyndz’s mum away with us to cheer her up. At the moment she just seemed to be making everybody else unhappy too.
    At least when we got to Scotland we’d be able to escape from her for a bit. Whereas right now we were stuck in the van with hardly any music, one snoring