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Brrr. It’s only October and it’s like Greenland here. Well, apart from the ice floes and Eskimos and polar bears. It is, as Ellen’s amusing brother would say, very “nippy noodles” today. I didn’t mean ever to start saying things like that, but it is really catching. What’s more, just because I said it all the gang is saying it. It’s like brain measles. In geoggers Rosie put up her hand and said to Mrs Franks (who is not what you would call “fun”), “Mrs Franks, could I just pop to the piddly-diddly department, please?”

Mrs Franks said, really frostily, “What is the piddly-diddly department, Rosemary?”

And Rosie said, “Well it’s not the poo-parlour division.”

We all laughed like stuffed animals. Mrs Franks didn’t. In fact she said, “Grow up, Rosemary Barnes.”

She let Rosie go though, and started to explain something indescribably boring about the wheat belt. Behind her Rosie started lolloping out of the door like an orang-utan. She was trailing her arms on the floor. It made me laugh A LOT. But silently, as no one really wants to do two hours’ detention.