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Rosie, and she said, “What do you call normal?”
    â€œWell, you and Sven, you see each other all the time and you must do normal stuff.”
    She just looked at me. “Have you met Sven?”
    Hmmm, she has a point. Jas and Tom do normal stuff, though. In fact, they act like they have been married for about a trillion years. I’m not saying I want to be as boring as Jas and Tom—collecting frog spawn and doing homework together is too tragic for words. But what do you do with Sex Gods? Besides snog and worship them, I mean.
    thursday december 9th
    Opening night of the panto. When the audience started clapping to prove they believed in fairies, Tinker Bell flew out of control and crashed against the back piece of scenery, which fell over to reveal Miss Stamp having a fag. Very funny indeed, I thought.
    And much less boring than watching Peter Pan prancing around in green tights.
    9:50 p.m.
    Something quite alarming happened tonight. I was just sneaking off from the dressing room when Nauseating P. Green came bounding along, still with her dog ears on. And she had her mum, who is not unblessed in the huge glasses department, with her. They were both blinking at me and following me out of the door. Like two giant goldfish in skirts.
    P. Green said, “I told Mum that you were the one who really helped me with my dog tricks.”
    Mrs. Nauseating P. Green said, “It’s really nice that Pamela and you are such good friends. Would you like to come round to our house on Christmas Eve? We do round robin storytelling and dress up.”
    I said, “Hrrmmmmm…Oh, is that the time, I must dash!” And made a desperate bid for freedom.
    As we walked home, Rosie said, “She loves you very very much. You are her bestest pal.” Good grief.
    friday december 10th
    Christmas frenzy mounting. I put some tinsel around my sports knickers for that little festive touch in P.E. Miss Stamp for once did not have a nervy spaz, which was a bit scary. Things soon got back to normal in Latin, though, because Hawkeye made us take the false snow (cotton wool) off our heads.
    wednesday december 15th
    last day of term
    Hurrah!!! Thank you, thank you, Baby Jesus!!! Free, free at last!
    last german lesson
    We were all a bit on the hysterical side. I think the teachers must have been out for a pre-Christmas beverage, if you know what I mean, because Herr Kamyer told us an incomprehensible joke about a Swiss cheese (please don’t even ask) and thenlaughed for about forty years. AND as we were going down the corridor we bumped into Gorgey Henri.
    â€œMerry Noël ,” I said to him and he kissed my cheek and said, “ Merci, au revoir. I look forward to ’aving you all again in the New Year.”
    Which made us apopletic with laughter. I thought I might have to throw a bucket of cold water over Rosie and Jools.
    Henri smiled at us and said, “You are so crazee.” Then he walked off in his groovy gravy jeans.
    â€œGorgey Henri is quite literally…gorgey,” I said. “He is yummy scrumboes and also…”
    Rosie said, “Scrummy yumboes?”
    â€œMais oui.”
    6:30 p.m.
    Last night of the panto. Mucho excitemondo (not).
    Miss Stamp bought Coca-Cola and cakes for the cast as an end-of-show party thing. Unfortunately the little cakes were saying, “Eat me, eat me, you know you want to,” and so Rosie and I were enticed by them. We only ate a few, butHawkeye noticed and now we are banned from the party. Quel dommage (not).
    8:00 p.m.
    Peter and the rest of the ridiculous Lost Boys are poncing around on stage. I may have to eat myself soon, I am so bored. I wonder where the Sex God is now? And if he is thinking about me. I wonder if he thinks about me as many times a minute as I think about him.
    I’ve had to pretend that I am in training for hockey every night this week. Somehow, even though I believe that the only good relationship is an open and