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the Laugh is called, you know, Dave the Laugh?”
    Ellen said, “Er. Yes, why is that?”
    I am being pushed to the limits of my nicosity, but I tried, God knows I tried.
    â€œHe’s called that because he likes a laugh, and well, to be frank, Ellen, you are a bit lacking vis-à-vis the laughometer scale.”
    9:00 p.m.
    I wish when I am speaking complete and utter bollocks people would not take me seriously. It’s not my fault that I have advised Ellen to develop an infectious laugh, is it? Oh, I am so tired.
    9:30 p.m.
    By the time the Circus family came home, I was tucked up in my bed with the lights off. Not that it makes any difference whatsoever.
    Sure enough, it was tramp, tramp up the stairs. Open door, blinding light as Mutti switched it on.Swiss Family Mad came and sat on my bed. Angus now had the goggles on and a scarf round his neck.
    Mutti said, “Oh, it was really good fun, Georgie.”
    Libby got in bed with me and started prodding my lurker, going “Spottie bottie boy.”
    Then Vati came in. Into my bedroom. He was looking at me and I was only wearing my pajamas.
    I said, “Did anyone notice that my light was off and that I was asleep? Did anyone get that?”
    But they just went on chattering and giggling and Vati was playing tickly bears with Libby and Mutti.
    Please save me.
    thursday march 10th
    maths
    I am going to have to kill Rosie—she is soo overexcited about the return of Sven. Every time Miss Stamp turns round she does mad disco dancing. Miss Stamp turned round a bit sharpish and caught Rosie nodding her head like a loon. She said, “Rosemary Mees, what are you doing?”
    Rosie said, “I was agreeing with your excellent point on the roundness of circles.”
    She got a bad conduct mark for cheek, but she is still as mad as a hen.
    She sent me a note: “What swings round and round a cathedral wrapped in cellophane?”
    I tried to ignore her but she kept looking and raising her eyebrows until I thought she would have a nervy spaz. So I mouthed back “What?” and she sent another note.
    â€œThe lunchpack of Notre Dame.”
    Dear God, am I never to be free?
    english
    Oh rave on, rave on. Not content with boring us to death with MacUsless , we are also doing two more books. Wuthering Heights , or Blithering Heights , as we call it, and Samuel Pepys’s Diary . About this horrifically boring bloke called Samuel Pepys. He quite literally, from what I can gather, peeps about. He just looks up ladies’ skirts most of the time and says “Prithee.” Still, we all have to accept he is a genius. On the plus side, the dirty bits will make Miss Wilson go completely spazoid.
    4:30 p.m.
    Walking home with Jas and Rosie when we sawDave the Laugh and Rollo and Tom. Jas went ludicrously girlish, even though she has been seeing Hunky for about a zillion years. I should know—I am like that bloke, Pepys’s mate…Boswell, who had to write down all the boring stuff that Pepys did because he was his secretary or something.
    I could write a diary about Jas.
    â€œPrithee it bee Thursdayee and Missee Jas gotte uppee this morning and puttee on her pantee forsooth and lack a day, her bottom I declareth groweth by the minutee.”
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    I had a bit of a nervy spaz when I saw Dave. He was all cool. Rats. He said, “Easy girls, don’t be selfish, there’s more than enough of me to go around.”
    I gave him my glacial look but he just winked at me. I couldn’t smile even if I wanted to because I had got so much lurker eradicator (panstick) on that I couldn’t move my face.
    Rosie said, “Are you coming to Sven’s teenage werewolf party on Saturday? There will be snacks.”
    Rollo said, “It’s not fish fingers, is it?”
    Rosie looked pityingly at him. “Rollo, keep up, this is a teenage werewolf party.”
    Dave the Laugh said, “Babies’ tiny heads then, is