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alone. However, as a special treat Mum got us some food. I said to Dad, “Jas is more of a champagne girl, really, so if you could just get a few bottles. I think that would make our fabulous evening go with a swing.”
    He didn’t even bother to reply.
    On the stroke of midnight, Jas said, “Shall we?”
    And I said, “Jas, don’t even think about asking me to snog you.”
    She got all huffy. “No, I wasn’t going to. I was going to say, shall we have a celebratory disco inferno dancing experience with the aid of soft toys?”
    12:30 a.m.
    And a happy New Year to one and all!!!
    Our New Year “Let’s go down the disco” experience, with the aid of Charlie Horse and Teddy as partners, was actually quite good fun on the funosity scale. Although I was slightly worried about Jas because she did actually snog Teddy.
    She said, “I’m pretending it’s Tom.”
    I said, “Teddy is very very like Tom in manyways—his furry ears, for instance.”
    We were just biffing each other with Charlie and Teddy when the phone rang.
    It was SG and Tom phoning from the Isle of Man. Yeahhhhhhh!!!
    The Sex God said, “Happy New Year, gorgeous, see you soon.” Then he had to go and toss dwarfs or whatever it is they do in the Isle of Man to celebrate. I read that they still beat criminals with bits of old twigs there, so anything could happen.
    Jas was Mrs. Moony Knickers after talking to Hunky, and we just went back to watching people snogging and singing on TV.
    1:15 a.m.
    Ho hum pig’s bum.
    When my “family” got home, as a hilarious treat, Dad had brought home a bit of coal. He said, “It’s called ‘first footing.’” It should be called “first loon in.” He burst in like the original red-faced loon and said, “Happy New Year.” Then he tried to hug me and Jas. We beat him off with Teddy and Charlie Horse and then Libby joined in and hung on to his beard, as Jas and I made a bidfor freedom to my room.
    sunday january 2nd
    11:30 a.m.
    To keep our spirits up, Jas and I made a list of things to take to Froggyland with us.
    â€œWe are going to have to hire an extra ferry to take our hair products over,” I told her.
    monday january 3rd
    2:00 p.m.
    Moped around at Jas’s. We are united in widow sadness. We listened to sad songs and practiced being interviewed on Michael Parkinson . Jas is hopeless at it. When I (as Parky) asked her what her hopes for the future were, she said, “World peace and more freely available organic vegetables.” How interesting is that?
    Not, is the correct answer.
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    Ooooh, I am soooo bored and lonely. NOTHING happens around here.
    I lolloped home up our street. At least Angus is happy, though. He is lolling around on the wall overlooking Mr. and Mrs. Across the Road. He is avery proud dad. I wonder how long it will be before we are allowed to name the kittykats? Mr. and Mrs. Across the Road are being very unreasonable about it all and won’t discuss it.
    When I got back to the house Mum said, “Robbie rang you. The number’s beside the phone.”
    I got the usual jelloid knickers (and added leg tremblers and a quick spasm of quivering-a-gogo).
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    Should I phone him back or just wait for him to phone again? I must think.
    Perhaps if I ate some chocolate orange egg it would calm me down. There was one left under the tree.
    The front room was a nightmare of beardosity. Vati had some of his mates from work and Uncle Eddie round watching the football. He was slurping beer and being all jolly. “Georgia, this is Mike, Nick, Paul and Bingo…the lads!”
    Lads? Since when were lads eighty-five? And a half.
    The great tragedy is that the “lads” are going to be forming a football team. I was about to say, “Should men in your physical condition hurl themselves around a football pitch?” But then Daddropped his