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The Happy Glampers
Part Four
We are the Glampions!
DAISY TATE
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain in ebook format in 2019 by HarperCollinsPublishers
Copyright © Daisy Tate 2019
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Cover illustration © Jacqueline Bissett
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Ebook Edition © August 2019 ISBN: 9780008312992
Version: 2019-07-18
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Acknowledgements
Charlotte’s Lemon Drizzle Cake
About the Author
About the Publisher
CHARLOTTE MAYFIELD: Good luck Izzy! We know we promised not to text after you and Emms left this morning but Luna and I wanted you to know we think you’re amazing. Luna also wants to triple check that Emily has downloaded Moana and Point Break for you and to assure you she’s done the ‘Crazy for Swayze’ dance several times. Apparently it was a good luck thing back in Hawaii?
FREYA: Throwing my bushel of luck into the ring, such as it is. A bit of pre-Easter mania at the shop (thank god it’s come early this year). Regan has violin concert at school when you will be ‘going nuclear’. She wanted me to tell you she is dedicating her ‘Flight of the Bumblebee’ solo to you. Felix says Dumbledore is happy to hang out with Bonzer if you ever need a break from four-footed friends. Monty sends his love. Apparently the house they’re working on is coming along blue blazes so he might be coming home to see the kids this weekend. And me. Obvs. Big love Izz!
EMMS: Is Regan a violin prodigy? ‘Flight of the Bumblebee’ at thirteen!!!!! My parents should’ve given birth to her.
FREYA: My bad. It’s ‘Flight of the Valkyries’. Just as powerful, Izzy! I can perfectly picture you wearing a set of Viking horns in the Chemo Suite.
IZZY: Perfect Valentine’s Day gear. Maybe I’ll score!
CHARLOTTE: Hi Mummy!!!! It’s me. We’re making lemon drizzle! Done the dance seven times so far. Seven more to go! xoxoxo Booboo
CHARLOTTE: Apologies if she wasn’t meant to see that. Just nipped to the pantry to get some fondant. Will be more careful.
IZZY: Luna’s heard it all before. Not to worry.
EMILY: Izz just done blood tests etc., and is at gift shop stocking up on Heat and Grazia (exact same gossip as last month when she had scans, dunno why she bothers). Doctors didn’t like the sound of her never-ending cough/temp. If bloods are bad I’m betting it gets called off.
FREYA: Noooooo!!!!!!!! I thought she’d shaken that off. Hasn’t she bought herself a proper winter coat yet?
EMILY: She was being an idiot and kept going to work. And no to the coat because ‘in her head ‘almost March means spring’. Again. Total moron.
IZZY: Just because I’m in the gift shop doesn’t mean I can’t read this.
FREYA: Sorry, Izz. Hope all goes well. Sending lots of love.
CHARLOTTE: Shall I hold off on telling Luna if it’s cancelled?
EMILY: That child is hard as nails. She can take it. Izzy, however, may not.
IZZY: Ta very much, Emms. You’re a dumbass.
EMILY: No you are.
CHARLOTTE: You’re both wonderful. Either way, we’ll be here waiting for you with bells on unless it’s around 5 as have to nip out and pick up Pops from a friend’s. xx C
‘Your cough sounds revolting.’
‘Love you too, Emms.’
‘Ow! Don’t pull my hair.’
‘Don’t slap me!’
Cough. Cough.
‘They’re not going to be happy with your bloods today.’
Izzy flicked Emily’s arm. ‘Quit being so freaking negative. As the one with cancer I am familiar with how this works.’
Emily flicked her back. ‘It’s not the same this time. You’ve seen the scans. So don’t act stupid.’
‘You’re stupid.’
Flick.
‘No you are.’
Flick.
‘Ladies? Is everything