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about—haven’t they got lives? Lindsay has done something alarming to her head. Her hair has somehow grown a foot over the weekend. (I mean twelve inches, I don’t mean that there was a foot coming out of her head, although there might as well have been.) She’s had extensions. What a mistake. They are spectacularly chav and naff.
    She said, “Aaaah, are you little girls practicing games for one of your pajama parties? Will there be lemonade and biscuits?”
    How could Masimo even think of snogging her??? Erlack a pongoes. I drew myself up with great dignitosity and adjusted my horns, which had slightly fallen over one eye in the excitement of the hornpipe.
    â€œYour hair is looking unusually, er, unusual, Lindsay, if you don’t mind me saying.”
    â€œI mind you saying anything, in fact I mind you breathing.”
    The bell rang then for end of break. And she went on: “Get back inside because if one of you is a minute late, it’s a bad conduct mark for you all.”
    Oooooh fear factor 10. Not. But we all went grumbling and moaning off toward the scienceblock. Lindsay yelled after us, “And take those horns off, you stupid idiots.”
    I said, “Charming, what a charming charming person she is. In every single way charming.”
    4:15 p.m.
    Walking home with Jas and Ro Ro. Jas has even done linky-upsies with me. She can’t stand being unfriends with me, really. Especially as something vair merde and odure has happened.
    Ro Ro said, “I can’t believe our horns have been confiscated AGAIN. How crap is life in Stalag fourteen? Vair vair crap, is the answer. We should write to the newspapers about it, we are almost bound to be drug addicts by the time we are seventeen because of all the trauma.”
    I said, “We’d only had them back for two hours. It is so so crap. Once again we are hornless.”
    Jas said, “Not only that but we’ve got detention for two nights.”
    I said to her, “Have you thought about going to hospitals and cheering people up, Jas? Because if you have, don’t—that’s all I’m saying.”
    Rosie said, “When we started the bison dance in blodge, I thought Miss Finnigan wasbusy looking at Jas’s newt.”
    Jas said, “She was. She was very interested in its peculiar markings. Tom said that actually it was the only one of its kind that…”
    I said, “Jas, can you shut up now.”
    She of course got the immediate hump and said, “It was the stools crashing over that attracted her attention.”
    Merde.
    Jas went on raving on to me, “And even then I think she might have let us off. But you just had to cheek her.”
    What? Why was it my fault?
    I said to Mrs. Prissypants, “Why does the finger of shame always point toward me?”
    Jas went rambling on, “Because when she asked you what you were doing, you said that it was a Viking day of celebration. That was when she snapped.”
    Booo.
    After Jas went home, Rosie and I did a bit of skipping to raise our spirits.
    I think our skipping days are numbered, though, my nungas are vair heavy.
    We had to sit down on a bench near the park.
    home
    All quiet on the loon front. I slumped down on the sofa. Oh God, Tues. Weds. Thurs. and all of Friday to go before I knew my luuurve fate. Why did he need a week to think about it? Why didn’t he just say, “Of course I want to be your one and only. You are a Sex Kitty of the first water.” Dave the Laugh would have said that.
    one minute later
    I miss seeing Dave the Laugh, actually, but I don’t feel I can call him. I still don’t know what he meant about me not getting it about me and him. Get what?
    I thought he said we were only young once and we must blow our horns.
    Does he mean he only wants to blow my horn?
    Oo-er.
    No, he can’t mean that.
    Can he?
    ten minutes later
    When Masimo said he would let me know in a week, I wonder if