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    1:00 a.m.
    To be fair, I haven’t really given Robbie much of a chance. Maybe I should at least talk to him before I, you know, choose my cake.
    1:10 a.m.
    I don’t suppose they would both consider a time-share girlfriend….
    ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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    monday july 18th
    8:00 a.m.
    This is the first day of the rest of my life. So why is my hair sticking up like a cockerel?
    8:10 a.m.
    Mum caught me ironing my hair. God, she made a big deal out of it. It’s probably the first time she has seen an iron.
    Bloody hell, ramble on, why don’t you?
    She was all red-faced. “By the time you are twenty-five, your hair will be like nylon.”
    I said, “Mum, who cares what I look like at twenty-five? I will be in the twilight zone of life by then, like you.”
    If I hadn’t used my athletic responses, I could have been quite badly injured by Mum’s hairbrush. She is very unstable.
    8:20 a.m.
    Scavenging around in the kitchen for something to eat. Luckily a piece of toast popped out of the toaster. Ah, good. I buttered it and ate it. Blimey, being a Love Goddess can make you peckish.
    Vati came dadding in. He didn’t even say “Good morning.” He said, “Is that my toast you are eating?”
    I said, “To be honest, Dad, I don’t think you need any more toast, you seem to have plenty stored away around the trouser area.”
    As usual in this house when anyone (me) tries to be light and amusing, Dad goes ballisticisimus. Mum came in trying to force Libby into her dungies whilst she still had a cup of milky pops in her hand which she would not let go of.
    Dad was still moaning on about me. “Where does she get all this rudeness from, Connie? You are too easygoing on her.”
    Mum said, “I know, she’s been ironing her hair.”
    Dad forgot about the toast fiasco and started on beauty. Something which quite frankly he is not an expert on.
    â€œHow bloody ridiculous is that? You’ll end up like Uncle Eddie.”
    I said, “Oh right, I’m going to turn into a madbloke on a motorbike because I straighten my hair. I think women everywhere should be told.”
    8:30 a.m.
    I hate my parents. They are so unreasonably mad.
    8:35 a.m.
    And so self-obsessed. They don’t seem to understand that their lives are over, and I am covered in cake.
    8:36 a.m.
    I am nearly at Jas’s house. I must exude calmnosity and friendlinosity. I must put the egg incident behind me and be nice to Jas, so she will tell me all she knows.
    8:40 a.m.
    When I got to Jas’s gate, it was to see her bottom waggling off in the distance. Of course Eggy had set off. She will still be having the huff with me. I must be at my most charming. I did my fast walking until I caught up with her and gave her a lovely smile as I linked arms with her.
    â€œHello, Jas, my little chummly-wummly.”
    She shook me off. “Don’t hang on to my arm, Georgia, I’m not dragging you up the hill to school just because you are tired.”
    â€œI’m not tired, I am just so glad to see you, you lovely big-pantied loon.”
    I chucked her under the chin, but she still wasn’t having it. So I stopped and stood in front of her and looked into her eyes.
    â€œJazzy Spazzy, you know I love you.”
    She went all red. Some Foxwood lads who had been trailing us uselessly as usual shouted, “Oy you lezzies, won’t she give you a kiss?”
    And another one said, “Can we see your breasts, please?”
    Good grief.
    Jas started flicking her fringe like a mad thing.
    â€œNow look what you’ve started.”
    We set off at a spanking space for Stalag 14. As we went along, I was doing my special pleading, it was very touching.
    â€œJas, please forgive me. Did you find out anything? I know you will have done, because you are so vair vair clever. And top girl at blodge and…er, everything.”
    As we took our coats to the