Daisy and the Trouble with Life Read Online Free PDF
Author: Kes Gray
bottle. Trouble is, she puts orange squash in her drinks bottle, which is one of my favourite drinks in the whole wide world.
Hold on, I can smell sausages . . . sausages are my favourite meat in the world!
Back in a minute . . .
Chapter 17
I was right! Itâs sausages for tea. With mashed potato, gravy and corn on the cob! If Iâm well enough, Mum says I can have some when theyâre ready, but only if Iâm feeling totally better.
Actually I really do feel much better! And hungrier! No gurgles, or anything. I really really think the dib-dab germs might have gone away.
Mmmmmmm . . . thereâs only one way to be really really sure though . . .
Iâll do a hundred Howzatcowpats on the sofa . . .
Start counting . . . Now! . . . Iâll let you know how I get on.
Chapter 18
200 bounces! 101 Howzatcowpats!!
And I didnât even want to run to the loo once!
No gurgles either!
Iâm better! I must be better!
I wish Gabby would come and call for me now.
Trouble is, Iâm still grounded.
Even though Iâm back to normal, Iâve still got nothing to do. Iâve still got no one to play with, and nowhere to go.
Being grounded is even worse when thereâs nothing wrong with you.
I wish I could magic myself to a faraway place, where thereâs loads of things to do. A place like you see on the telly or in holiday magazines . . .
Like Cornwall!
Trouble is, I donât know any words that rhyme with Cornwall either. So I canât do the magic spell.
Me and Mum went to Cornwall for our holiday last year. We stayed in a place called Mevawishywashy, or something like that, and it was so far away, by the time we got there it was dark!
Mum says thatâs because we should have left earlier. She said when you drive somewhere as far away as Cornwall, you need to get up really early to avoid all the traffic.
Trouble is, I couldnât find my colouring book for the journey, or my other welly. And then when we got on to the big road, we had to go back for my crab line. Otherwise I wouldnât have been able to catch any crabs.
The trouble with crabs is they nip.
Especially when you try and get them into your bucket.
One day, me and Mum were sitting on the harbour wall with my crab line when this really big crab grabbed my piece of fish. Mum said to count to ten before I lifted my line, otherwise he might fall off. So I did and he didnât, but when we tried to get him off the fish and into the bucket, his claws bent right back and tried to nip us. And forwards and sideways.
Mum held him over our bucket and tried to shake him off, but he still wouldnât let go. Then he did.
Not over the bucket â right by my leg! So I panicked, and then my welly fell off into the sea, which wasnât my fault, and then the crab fell into the sea too, and my mum kicked over the bucket, and then all our other crabs escaped too and fell back into sea with the big crab!
Thatâs where my mum says they all live now. In my welly.
The trouble with welly shops in Cornwall is most of them only sell yellow ones.
Gabbyâs wellies are green with a frog face, but they didnât have any like those. In the end I got a red pair. They pinch my toes a bit but I didnât tell Mum or I would have had to have yellow again.
The trouble with yellow wellies is Paddington Bear wears them.
Rebecca Isaacs wore yellow wellies in the playground once and Jack Beechwhistle called her Paddington all day!
Thatâs why my wellies will never be yellow again.
Which reminds me, if Mum ungrounds me tomorrow, Iâm definitely going to need my red wellies.
Especially if we make it a really really big mud trap with lots of water and extra mud.
I wonât be a moment. I just need to ask Mum where my wellies are . . .
Chapter 19
Mum says my sausages will be ready in five minutes. And she says my wellies
Hold on, I can smell sausages . . . sausages are my favourite meat in the world!
Back in a minute . . .
Chapter 17
I was right! Itâs sausages for tea. With mashed potato, gravy and corn on the cob! If Iâm well enough, Mum says I can have some when theyâre ready, but only if Iâm feeling totally better.
Actually I really do feel much better! And hungrier! No gurgles, or anything. I really really think the dib-dab germs might have gone away.
Mmmmmmm . . . thereâs only one way to be really really sure though . . .
Iâll do a hundred Howzatcowpats on the sofa . . .
Start counting . . . Now! . . . Iâll let you know how I get on.
Chapter 18
200 bounces! 101 Howzatcowpats!!
And I didnât even want to run to the loo once!
No gurgles either!
Iâm better! I must be better!
I wish Gabby would come and call for me now.
Trouble is, Iâm still grounded.
Even though Iâm back to normal, Iâve still got nothing to do. Iâve still got no one to play with, and nowhere to go.
Being grounded is even worse when thereâs nothing wrong with you.
I wish I could magic myself to a faraway place, where thereâs loads of things to do. A place like you see on the telly or in holiday magazines . . .
Like Cornwall!
Trouble is, I donât know any words that rhyme with Cornwall either. So I canât do the magic spell.
Me and Mum went to Cornwall for our holiday last year. We stayed in a place called Mevawishywashy, or something like that, and it was so far away, by the time we got there it was dark!
Mum says thatâs because we should have left earlier. She said when you drive somewhere as far away as Cornwall, you need to get up really early to avoid all the traffic.
Trouble is, I couldnât find my colouring book for the journey, or my other welly. And then when we got on to the big road, we had to go back for my crab line. Otherwise I wouldnât have been able to catch any crabs.
The trouble with crabs is they nip.
Especially when you try and get them into your bucket.
One day, me and Mum were sitting on the harbour wall with my crab line when this really big crab grabbed my piece of fish. Mum said to count to ten before I lifted my line, otherwise he might fall off. So I did and he didnât, but when we tried to get him off the fish and into the bucket, his claws bent right back and tried to nip us. And forwards and sideways.
Mum held him over our bucket and tried to shake him off, but he still wouldnât let go. Then he did.
Not over the bucket â right by my leg! So I panicked, and then my welly fell off into the sea, which wasnât my fault, and then the crab fell into the sea too, and my mum kicked over the bucket, and then all our other crabs escaped too and fell back into sea with the big crab!
Thatâs where my mum says they all live now. In my welly.
The trouble with welly shops in Cornwall is most of them only sell yellow ones.
Gabbyâs wellies are green with a frog face, but they didnât have any like those. In the end I got a red pair. They pinch my toes a bit but I didnât tell Mum or I would have had to have yellow again.
The trouble with yellow wellies is Paddington Bear wears them.
Rebecca Isaacs wore yellow wellies in the playground once and Jack Beechwhistle called her Paddington all day!
Thatâs why my wellies will never be yellow again.
Which reminds me, if Mum ungrounds me tomorrow, Iâm definitely going to need my red wellies.
Especially if we make it a really really big mud trap with lots of water and extra mud.
I wonât be a moment. I just need to ask Mum where my wellies are . . .
Chapter 19
Mum says my sausages will be ready in five minutes. And she says my wellies
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