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Monday, 1 st November
Back again, Diary!
Well I can’t tell you how PLEASED I am to be back at Egmont, it’s really starting to feel like home now that I’ve been here for half a term. But it was
so
nice to see my old nanny Carrie Whepple over the half term holiday, I
do
miss seeing her every day. At least I got to see her for a whole week, she moved into our mansion to look after me just like old times, and her achy joints weren’t nearly as bad as usual.
My parents had given her loads of money before they disappeared off on yet another Secret Service mission, so we went to the theatre every day, followed by tea and scones in Carrie’s favourite café, The Boiled Egg. We even went to see an art show. All the paintings were by someone called Frida Kahlo who seemed to like painting portraits of herself, which Carrie kept tutting about, saying things like, “Wouldn’t hurt her to paint a landscape, bit vain if you ask me”. Frida Kahlo’s eyebrows were so thick they joined together in the middle and I simply couldn’t stop looking at them, although she did paint some pretty patterns and use nice bright colours too.
Lessons don’t start till tomorrow, so me and Arabella spent our first day back in the swimming pool. Lots of splashing.com ! We’d been surfing on our tummies while the wave machine was on, and were just climbing on to a floating, plastic castle, when who should appear but Cleo and Clarice. They don’t like getting their hair wet so they were both wearing jewel studded bathing hats and looked a bit over dressed.com for swimming, even if we
are
in a luxury boarding school. They walked slowly to the edge of the pool, dipped their toes in, shivered, then went and sat in the hot, bubbling Jacuzzi.
‘Oh look, it’s the nerd brains,’ Clarice called when she spotted Arabella and me. ‘Trying to learn how to doggy paddle and not sink like stones, are we girls?’
‘Just ignore them,’ Arabella whispered. ‘At least they’re too wimpy to come near us in the proper pool.’
‘Are either of you thinking of auditioning for the school play?’ Cleo yelled. ‘Not that you have the faces for the stage of course, we wouldn’t want the audience to be frightened away. Unlike Clarice and I, who will
definitely
be auditioning, won’t we?’ Clarice nodded, smoothing down her bathing hat as tons of bubbles rose up around her.
‘Actually we’re BOTH thinking of auditioning, aren’t we Davina?’ Arabella called back over the echoey noise of the swimming pool. She scrambled on to the pink floating castle and stood up, her red curls all frizzy. Oh no, I really wish she wouldn’t do this. Whenever Cleo or Clarice annoy her she always rises to the challenge, gets cross and we end up in a sticky situation.
‘Um, are we?’ I said vaguely, also trying to clamber on to the slippery castle.
‘Yes, don’t you remember, we were talking about it this morning?’ Arabella looked down and waggled her eyebrows. I sighed and nodded as I gripped the sides and pulled myself on, my long brown plait stuck to my back.
Cleo and Clarice went into huge belly aches of laughter, rotten things.
‘You two, on the stage?’ Clarice laughed so hard her jewelled bathing hat wobbled half off. ‘Now that would be HILARIOUS!’
Arabella was just about to say something back, I
do
wish she would keep her temper around those bullies, when the dolphin shaped door to the swimming pool opened and Mrs Pumpernickle, our housemistress, bustled in with two new girls behind her. One was pale and wore glasses and had chin length dark brown hair. She looked up at the multi coloured swimming slides that snake in and out above the pool, blinking. The other girl looked bored, had a white fur coat tied round her tubby belly and bronze curls that cascaded down to her waist.
‘The swimming pool at our villa in Italy is much better than this one, it has gold statues of lions at each of its corners and a silver slide going from the pool to
Back again, Diary!
Well I can’t tell you how PLEASED I am to be back at Egmont, it’s really starting to feel like home now that I’ve been here for half a term. But it was
so
nice to see my old nanny Carrie Whepple over the half term holiday, I
do
miss seeing her every day. At least I got to see her for a whole week, she moved into our mansion to look after me just like old times, and her achy joints weren’t nearly as bad as usual.
My parents had given her loads of money before they disappeared off on yet another Secret Service mission, so we went to the theatre every day, followed by tea and scones in Carrie’s favourite café, The Boiled Egg. We even went to see an art show. All the paintings were by someone called Frida Kahlo who seemed to like painting portraits of herself, which Carrie kept tutting about, saying things like, “Wouldn’t hurt her to paint a landscape, bit vain if you ask me”. Frida Kahlo’s eyebrows were so thick they joined together in the middle and I simply couldn’t stop looking at them, although she did paint some pretty patterns and use nice bright colours too.
Lessons don’t start till tomorrow, so me and Arabella spent our first day back in the swimming pool. Lots of splashing.com ! We’d been surfing on our tummies while the wave machine was on, and were just climbing on to a floating, plastic castle, when who should appear but Cleo and Clarice. They don’t like getting their hair wet so they were both wearing jewel studded bathing hats and looked a bit over dressed.com for swimming, even if we
are
in a luxury boarding school. They walked slowly to the edge of the pool, dipped their toes in, shivered, then went and sat in the hot, bubbling Jacuzzi.
‘Oh look, it’s the nerd brains,’ Clarice called when she spotted Arabella and me. ‘Trying to learn how to doggy paddle and not sink like stones, are we girls?’
‘Just ignore them,’ Arabella whispered. ‘At least they’re too wimpy to come near us in the proper pool.’
‘Are either of you thinking of auditioning for the school play?’ Cleo yelled. ‘Not that you have the faces for the stage of course, we wouldn’t want the audience to be frightened away. Unlike Clarice and I, who will
definitely
be auditioning, won’t we?’ Clarice nodded, smoothing down her bathing hat as tons of bubbles rose up around her.
‘Actually we’re BOTH thinking of auditioning, aren’t we Davina?’ Arabella called back over the echoey noise of the swimming pool. She scrambled on to the pink floating castle and stood up, her red curls all frizzy. Oh no, I really wish she wouldn’t do this. Whenever Cleo or Clarice annoy her she always rises to the challenge, gets cross and we end up in a sticky situation.
‘Um, are we?’ I said vaguely, also trying to clamber on to the slippery castle.
‘Yes, don’t you remember, we were talking about it this morning?’ Arabella looked down and waggled her eyebrows. I sighed and nodded as I gripped the sides and pulled myself on, my long brown plait stuck to my back.
Cleo and Clarice went into huge belly aches of laughter, rotten things.
‘You two, on the stage?’ Clarice laughed so hard her jewelled bathing hat wobbled half off. ‘Now that would be HILARIOUS!’
Arabella was just about to say something back, I
do
wish she would keep her temper around those bullies, when the dolphin shaped door to the swimming pool opened and Mrs Pumpernickle, our housemistress, bustled in with two new girls behind her. One was pale and wore glasses and had chin length dark brown hair. She looked up at the multi coloured swimming slides that snake in and out above the pool, blinking. The other girl looked bored, had a white fur coat tied round her tubby belly and bronze curls that cascaded down to her waist.
‘The swimming pool at our villa in Italy is much better than this one, it has gold statues of lions at each of its corners and a silver slide going from the pool to
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