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that’s a week boy time or week girl time? If a girl says a week, that’s what shemeans, but a boy’s week could mean anything. Like s’later.
    twenty minutes later
    Oh this is sooooo boring.
    I’m going out to the park to practice my pretend confident walking, where I have got room to really swing my arms. I’ll see if it works and anyone thinks I am confident.
    park
    Here we are. So. Shoulders back, swingy arms. Walking walking and swing, swing. Feet directly in front of me in a straight line. To make my hips go from side to side. This is a well-known boy-entrancing movement. Swing, swing, hip, hip. Aaah yes. This is working, I am feeling very confident. Hello tree, I am vair vair confident.
    Head up.
    And that’s when I saw Dave the Laugh ambling along with his mates. I hadn’t seen him since the “cream-faced loon” incident. Oh please let him be normal and not ignorez vous me. He saw me and looked across the road, just looking, not smiling. Oh no. This was awful. He is not my mate anymore.I felt a bit like crying. But then he shouted across, “ Ciao , Georgia. Ho due gatti e un piccolo maiale! ”
    I said, “What?”
    He shouted, “I thought you lurved the Pizza-a-gogo language. I thought you loved Italian blokes. You know, all that handbags at dawn, ‘Ooh have you seen my lovely trousers?’ sort of thing. ‘Ooo don’t let the rain spoil my hair.’”
    Oh dear, he’s going to be mean to me and hold a grudge and so on. He was going to be Dave the Unlaugh. But then he smiled at me. He had ever such a nice smiley smile. I was so relieved. I smiled back, and I didn’t even reign in my nostrils, I was so pleased we were friends. He didn’t come over or anything, though, he just went walking on with his mates. Then he called back, “Oy missus, you don’t know what I said to you in Pizza-a-gogo ese, do you?”
    I said, “Er, yeah.”
    And he said, “You don’t.”
    â€œI might.”
    â€œYeah you might, but you don’t.”
    He said, “I said, ‘I have two cats and a small pig.’”
    â€œThat’s a lie.”
    He said, “Is it, though?”
    What is he on about?
    Then he tapped his nose. “See you Friday at the MacUseless rehearsal. Get your pants ready for action.”
    Cheeky cat.
    Still, he was sort of friendly, so maybe he still likes me. I hope he still likes me.
    two minutes later
    I still don’t know what he meant about what if you liked someone and let them go. Does he really mean me and him?
    Is he saying he would like to go out with me as my proper boyfriend?
    one minute later
    Why would he say he has two cats and a small pig?
    Boys are without doubt a complete and utter mystery.
    And that is le fact.
    Without doubtosity.
    twenty minutes later
    Oscar was outside his house. He was doingkeepie-uppie, listening to his headphones and casually eating a Mars bar at the same time. He said, “Alright?”
    In what he fondly imagines is a cool way.
    But he took his eye off the ball and it went over his wall. He pretended he had meant to do it by falling to his knees and going, “Yesssss!”
    Like he had scored a goal.
    What is the matter with boys?
    8:00 p.m.
    How disgusting is this? Mum said that Angus has eaten her tights and that if I see them poking out of his bum-oley, I must pull them out!
    I said to her, “Mum, are you so short of tights that you will wear some that have been in Angus’s bum-oley?”
    And she said, “No, I just want to strangle him with them.”
    She is a vair violent and unreasonable person.
    in my bedroom
11:00 p.m.
    I am using positive thinking and swinging my arms around a lot as I make up an acceptancespeech for when the Luuurve God says he wants to go out with me.
    OK, this is my acceptance speech: “Aah Masimo, what a lovely surprise to see you…Owwww you furry freak!!!”
    That isn’t the