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I am seriously annoyed. They wouldn’t let me have any of the videos I wanted. Mum said I was just picking them to be awkward, because of her not letting me go to the sleep-over. She said if I couldn’t choose something sensible, then she would have to choose for me. When I pointed out that she had promised me, she said, “Oh, now, Cherry, act your age! You know perfectly well there are limits.”

She never said anything about limits. She said I could choose whatever I wanted.

“Anything sensible,” she said.

They cheat all the time, grown-ups do.

So while I’m mooching about looking for something sensible, and doing my best to find one they’d loathe, she and Slimey are wandering over to the kids’ section and mooning about amongst the Walt Disneys. Suddenly I hear Slimey cry, “Oh, look, Butterpat!” (I nearly died. The girl behind the counter had to put her hand over her mouth to stop from sniggering.) “Look, Butterpat! Look at this … Snow White!”

And Mum squeaks, “Ohh! Snow White!” in a silly little girly voice, and claps her hands. “I haven’t seen that since I was younger than Cherry!”

Slimey says, “Me neither. It used to be my favourite film when I was five years old.” And Mum says, “Oh, we’ve got to have it! Cherry, it’s all right, we’ve found One … we’re going to watch Snow White!”

Which we did, whether I liked it or not. Which for the most part I did not. I mean, it’s kids’ stuff. Mum and Slimey sat there on the sofa together going oooh and aaah and “Oh, I remember this bit!” “That bit always terrified me!” Having a right nostalgia binge.

Afterwards I rang Gemma’s number and spoke to Skinny. I asked her how the sleep-over was going and she said they were watching When Harry Met Sally, which actually I have already seen, though I wouldn’t have minded seeing it again. At least it would have been better than Snow Soppy White. I said, “I’m surprised Gemma’s mum lets her watch that,” remembering certain bits which I felt sure she wouldn’t think suitable. Gemma’s mum is really strict, in spite of being flighty and going round on broomsticks. Skinny said, “She’s sitting there with her finger on the fast forward button in case of dirty bits, but she can’t always get there in time!” and we both giggled.

When I went back in the lounge Mum said, “It’s good to hear you sounding so cheerful.” I just frowned and didn’t say anything. That is the second time Mum has broken her promise.