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Asked Pilch about Saturday. She said she’ll have to check with her Mum but she’s pretty sure it will be OK. Cindy Williams overheard us and shrieked, “Hey! Wow! What are you two up to?” And then she cackled and said, “Whatever it is, don’t do anything I wouldn’t!”

I didn’t deign to reply, but Pilch can never resist it.

“We’re having a sleepover,” she said.

“Ooh!” Cindy made her eyes go big. “Just the two of you? Or can anyone join in?”

“I’m afraid we shan’t have room for you lot,” said Pilch. “We’ve invited the local football team round.”

“Oh, wow!” cried Cindy.

I asked Pilch afterwards why she’d gone and said that about the football team, but she didn’t seem to know. It is the silly sort of remark one makes to people such as Cindy. You can’t talk sensibly to them.

This evening I was sitting at the dining-room table doing my homework when I suddenly became aware that the room was filled with vapour. I immediately rushed to the door screeching, “Steam! Steam everywhere!”

Mum was on the phone. She put her hand over the mouthpiece and hissed, “Well, turn the kettle off, then!”

I didn’t even know the kettle was on. I mean, I was doing my homework! I was writing an essay! I can’t be expected to concentrate on two things at once. It was quite uncalled for, what Mum said, about me being wilfully stupid and going round with my head in the clouds thinking I am so superior to everyone else.

I said, “I don’t think I’m superior.”