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    She must have been secretly trailing Davearound. Blimey. I have eventually met someone who is even more full of bonkerosity than me.
    Dave shouted after her, “Missing you already, Ellen.”
    That’s done it, now we will spend the next month discussing with Ellen whether he, like, really was missing her already, and when was already and what did he mean by missing. I felt sorry for Ellen in an irritated way, because she really did luuurve Dave the Laugh. She has never forgotten the eight-and-a-half minutes they went out together.
    Dave was looking very cool indeed, there is something about him that reeks of naughtinosity. And my lips started that puckering-up business all by themselves. And I did a bit of ad hoc hair swishing.
    I’d missed seeing him.
    He seemed completely at ease with me and Robbie. Didn’t he mind that we might be going out together? He seemed to have forgotten about his “What if you really liked someone and then you lost them” fandango. Which is of course a good thing. Really good. I’m glad. That means we can just be mates. Which I like. As everyone knows.Mateyness is my besty thing.
    He said to me, “Nice skirt, Georgia. Has your grandad’s girlfriend knitted you anything unusual lately? I saw her on the back of your grandad’s bike the other day in a sort of one-piece thing, it may have been a knitted swimsuit. She’s a goer, isn’t she?”
    I said, “That is one way of putting it.”
    Robbie said, “I didn’t know your grandad had got a girlfriend. The last thing I heard from Tom was that he was arrested for being drunk in charge of a bike.”
    The boys laughed together. No, no, no, stop laughing about my stupid grandad, this was not the way things were supposed to be between love rivals.
    two minutes later
    When we reached the Buddha Lounge, Dave’s posse said, “S’laters,” and went off inside.
    Dave said, “We’re having a needle pool match, Robbie, if you fancy it. Or are you otherwise engaged?”
    I went completely red and had to pretend to look for something in my bag.
    Robbie said, “Maybe catch you later.”
    the gate to bonkers hall (i.e., my house)
10:00 p.m.
    When we got to my gate Robbie looked me straight in the eyes. Oh goddy god he was going to snog me. He took his hands out of his pockets and I did my famous looking down and then looking up thing. At which point Mr. and Mrs. Next Door came along walking the Prat brothers. What is it with this town? Did someone on the radio say “Snogging alert, snogging alert. There is the chance that Georgia might actually have a snogathon with one of her many maybe boyfriends. Why not go out and annoy her by popping up unexpectedly?”
    Mr. Next Door went all puffed up and insane when he saw me. He said, “Just the person I wanted to see.”
    Mrs. Next Door was saying, “Don’t upset yourself, dear.”
    â€œUpset myself, upset myself!!! Do you know what that furry ruffian you call a pet has done now, do you? Do you?”
    Actually I did have a bit of a clue, but I didn’t say.
    Mr. Next Door was going on and on.
    â€œHe has absolutely DECIMATED our aquarium. DECIMATED it. There were tadpoles all over therockery. It’s a bloody disgrace. In fact I have got a good mind to get onto the authorities and get it removed to a place where it won’t be a danger to the public anymore.”
    I said, “Yes, I agree aquariums can be very dangerous.”
    I really thought that he was going to implode, so I said soothingly, “He’s just high-spirited. He thinks the tadpoles are egging him on, waggling about like that. It’s his nature, he’s a hunter, he likes killing things.”
    Mr. Next Door said, “You don’t have to tell me that.”
    Eventually he went off grumbling and moaning on and on, the Prat brothers yapping away. They had completely spoiled the snogging mood. Robbie