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I grabbed a piece of toast and mumbled, “I’m off now, see you tomorrow night.”

Mum didn’t even look up from trying to fasten Libby into her dungarees. Libby had her porridge bowl on her head. Mum said, “OK, love, bye. Kiss your sister bye-bye.”

I said, “Pass,” I had kissed Libby before when she had been eating porridge and I didn’t want the experience again. I blew her a kiss. “Byeeeeee!”

Phew. Now then, quickly out of the door. Victory!!!!! I’ve packed all my clubwear and make-up and so on in my rucky. Here we go with Operation Elastic Band.

Just at the end of the path when Mum came out of the house, shouting, “Georgie, what do you mean, ‘See you tomorrow night’?”

OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod.

I laughed casually (sounding a bit like a casual hyena). “Oh I knew you would forget, I’m staying at Jas’s tonight– remember?”

She looked blank.

Inwardly I was shouting, “LET ME GO!! SHUT UP, SHUT UP!! I MUST HAVE THE SEX GOD. LET ME GO. LET ME GO. YOU HAVE HAD YOUR LIFE!!!!” Outwardly I said, “Mum, I have to go, I’ll be late– see you tomorrow.”

Yessss!!! I am cool as le cucumber. Or possibly le ice cube.