‘Knocked out by my nunga-nungas.’. Louise Rennison

1:00 p.m.

      Oh good grief. Angus ate half of Jimmy when Libby had to be taken to the piddly-diddly department at the service station.

      She went balIisticisimus when she found out. She hit Angus over the head with scuba-diving Barbie. I don’t think he even noticed – well, he didn’t stop purring. I nodded off for the whole of the Midlands because Dad started telling us about his hopes for the future. When I woke up I noticed that both Libby and Angus were nibbling away at Jimmy.

      They are disgusting.

      I sooooo hope that Robbie rings when I get home.

       6:00 p.m.

      Home!!!! Oh thank you, thank you, Baby Jesus. I am SOOOO happy. I will never complain about my dear little home again.

       6:15 p.m.

      God it’s so boring here. Nothing is happening.

       6:30 p.m.

      No phone calls.

      All my so-called mates forgot to remember that I am not dead. Don’t they even wonder where I have been for the last five days?

       7:55 p.m.