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said, “I’m going to get off now, Georgia, nice to see you.”
    He looked like he was going to say something else and then he just went, “See you at the gig.”
    And that was it. He did give me a little peck on the cheek, but what did that mean?
    two minutes later
    I watched him walk off down the street. He walked in a really cool way. I watched him right down tothe end of the street and he didn’t even look back when he went around the corner.
    10:15 p.m.
    I have accidentally gotten home at a decent time. When I came in, Mutti just looked at me in amazement. She said, “You’re in.”
    Then she went to the kitchen and came back with a bowl of cornflakes, which she gave me. I said, “Blimey, you never usually cook, Mum.”
    five minutes later
    In bed lying down, just thinking.
    one minute later
    How weird is this?
    five minutes later
    So this is my wonderful life. I start off not knowing what going for coffee means and now I’m wondering what “see you at the gig” means. Does it mean see you at the gig, my new girlfriend, or see you at the gig, my old mate?
    I may or may not have two boyfriends and none of us seem to know. And even if I did have two, maybe Ionly have one now because Masimo will think that I am going out with Robbie. But I’m not. Am I?
    Goodie, now I am queuing up at the Bakery of Love, strapped to the rack of love, which makes it very difficult to even get inside the door in the first place.
    Just then I heard baldy types sniggering in the hall outside my door.
    Oh dear God, now what? Dad and Uncle Eddie have obviously been at the jungle juice because Uncle Eddie said in a really crap Chinese accent, “Special deliverly.”
    And underneath the door came a sort of postcard thing. I heard a piggy-type snort, from Vati.
    It’s unbelievable at their age. I suppose I will have to look, otherwise they will be crouching outside my door all night.
    one minute later
    Oh how vair vair amusant. The postcard said:
    Â 
    TEENAGERS, FED UP WITH BEING HARASSED
    BY YOUR STUPID PARENTS ? TAKE ACTION ,
    LEAVE HOME, GET A JOB, PAY YOUR OWN BILLS .
    WHILST YOU STILL KNOW EVERYTHING .
    Â 
    I said, “Yeah, good one. Good night, you pranksters.”
    They went snorting off. Good grief.
    two minutes later
    Where was I? Oh yes, strapped to the rack of love, not being able to get through into the bakery. Well, how about if I undo the straps, chuck the rack away and enter boldly, shouting, “Give me a dozen mixed cakes, please!”
    No, no, no, no, no! No to red bottomosity!!!
    one minute later
    What if I said, “Yes, I have made my selection. I would like the Italian cakey, please.”
    one minute later
    No, no, no, make that the creamy Robbie éclair.
    one minute later
    On second thought, could I have the…Oh sacré bloody bleu , I will be up all night worrying about…
    Zzzzzzzzzzzz.

return of the hornmeister, quickly followed by the luurve god
    wednesday july 20th
    stalag 14
    I have decided to gird my loins and take the high road, etc., or whatever it is that our Och Aye friends drone on about. Anyway I am going to be positive. And actually the day did start in tip-top form. First of all, Angus set fire to his own tail sitting near the oven. Which I have to say was very funny. Libby laughed so much I thought I would have to do the Heimlich maneuver on her. Which I think is an omen for everything going my way boywise.
    Ran up to Jas at her gate and gave her a firm handshake and said, “This is the first day of the rest of our lives.”
    She said, “What does that mean?”
    I said, “I don’t know, but let’s disco dance.”
    And we burst into a quick bout of the Vikingdisco inferno dance. Well, the stabbing and leg-kicking. Jas wouldn’t do the all-over body shake because she didn’t want to mess up her fringe.
    I told her a bit about my night, but I let there be an air of mysteriosity about