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and that “preserving life is more important”. Apparently this is why men start wars!
    The thing is, as women, do we need to get tougher and squash pets to win the battle of the sexes?
11.32 p.m.
    Goose just texted to say he saw my mum save the cat and he thought it was amazing. Goose is what my gran calls one of these “new men – they even do the hoovering if you ask them and hand-wash your tights”!
    I wish he was my man. OH, GOOSE – WHY DIDN’T YOU SEE MY LUST STORM?!

F RIDAY 15 TH J ANUARY
4.47 p.m.
    Dear MGK – STOP SMIRKING at me at the side of your actual face every day at school. You are getting totally on my nerves.
    Love , Whatever,
    Hattie
7.23 p.m.
    I just can’t think of romance properly while Keith is around. I should be building my relationship with him but IT’S HARD. I look a bit like him but that’s it. He’s OK. Sometimes he’s actually really sweet, but then he does mad stuff. Gran says she’s even had to hide her broken biscuits because he doesn’t like preservatives and E numbers.
7.55 p.m.
    OMG – perhaps MGK is right. Perhaps Gran does have a lorry-driver boyfriend who brings her stolen goods off the back of his truck!
8.29 p.m.
    I asked Gran about the biscuits. She looked a bit weird and said it was someone she knew with a “connection”. Her pensioners’ club is just full of old people doing illegal stuff because the police would never suspect them. Apparently no one thinks you’re a criminal if you’ve got a Zimmer frame or if you buy seedless raspberry jam (“seeds play merry hell with your dentures”).
9.14 p.m.
    I wonder if I’m a stealing genius like my grandad the thieving postie. Perhaps it’s genetic. I’ve realized a lot of things are. I think I do get my caring bit from Keith despite the fact that he totally left us.
9.35 p.m.
    Gran says I’m not built for a life of crime. She can tell I’m lying just by the way my knee twitches. Apparently I’d crack easily under interrogation and torture.
9.59 p.m.
    Keith wants to spend time with me tomorrow. I hope it doesn’t involve deer.

S ATURDAY 16 TH J ANUARY
4.55 p.m.
    MENTAL DAY!
    I went to see Keith and Gran. Gran irons shirts before she sends them to charity shops! She says, “Even really poor people and the homeless should have standards, Hattie – how else will they get a job?”
    Keith was very impressed that Gran recycles clothes. When she heard this Gran threatened to just put clothes in the bin – and she didn’t mean the recycling one!
    Then Keith decided we should “upcycle” Gran’s dreadful wardrobe into something “retro fabulous”. It’s apparently what he does on his “occasional” market stall. This is the wardrobe that no one speaks of. The BAD family secret that Mum warned me about. Gran’s wardrobe – the wardrobe of PURE FASH HORROR! The wardrobe stacked full of BAD TASTE BARGAINS AND NEEDLEWORK GONE WRONG.
    While we were sorting through Gran’s stuff I asked Keith why he’d left and NEVER got in touch. I think I wanted some better answers.
KEITH:
Hattie, I was a very different person back then. I couldn’t cope with the chaos I’d created. Your gran said it was best for me to go, too. She was right. They needed plumbers in Australia and I – look – I just wasn’t very nice. That’s the truth.
ME:
But didn’t you ever think of me? Of us?
KEITH:
Yes. Of course. ALL the time. BUT it’s not simple. It seems like a different world down there. It’s so far away. This place seemed like a different planet. I was changing too. I could start again. No one knew me. I ran away, I suppose. I thought if I got in touch it would…
ME:
Would what?
KEITH:
Complicate things. Rob has been an amazing dad to you.
ME:
I know that! BUT YOU SHOULD HAVE GOT IN TOUCH.
KEITH:
I know. I’m sorry. I just began to see that I