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Well, at least life can’t get any worse. Oh, I beg your pardon, yes it can. Raining again and cold and we have been forced outside by the Hitler Youth. I said to Wet Lindsay who was the prefect on duty, “It is against the Geneva Convention that we are forced outside in Arctic…” But she had locked the door and was sort of grinning through the window. She took off her cardigan as I was looking and wiped her forehead as if she was boiling. Oh treès amusant, Owlie.

Jas and I wandered round to Elvis’s hut to see if the old lunatic was in. If he wasn’t we could sit in his hut for a bit and warm up. But oh no, there he was, reading his newspaper. Elvis had ear muffs on underneath his flat cap! Mrs Elvis must be very proud. I tapped on his little window so that I could say a friendly hello to him. But he couldn’t hear because of the muffs.

I said to Jas, “As a hilarious joke I’ll pretend to say something very urgent to him but I won’t really be saying anything. I’ll mime saying, ‘Mr Attwood, my friend Jas is on fire!!!’”

So I went up to the hut door and I was mouthing, “Mr Attwood, my friend Jas is on fire!!!” and waving my arms wildly. In the end he took off his ear muffs, thinking that he couldn’t hear me because of them. When he realised the joke he went ballisticisimus. He leaped up in a quite scary way for a one hundred and eighty-year-old man and came charging at us out of his hut. I hobbled off quite quickly. Unfortunately he didn’t remember he had parked his personal wheelbarrow round the corner of his hut and did a spectacular comedy fall over it. I thought I would die laughing. Me and Jas went and bent over a wall at the back of the tennis courts.

I said to Jas, in between laughing and gasping for air. “Jas…Jas…he…he has got a flat head.”

God it was funny. I had a real ache in my stomach from laughing too much.