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Phone rings. Of course, everyone else is far too busy to answer it. So I’ll tramp all the way downstairs and get it.

I yelled out, “Don’t worry, Mum, I’ll come all the way down and answer the phone which is probably for you. You try and get some rest!”

Mum shouted from the living room, “OK, thanks.”

I picked up the receiver. “Yes?”

It was Robbie!!! Yes and treble fabuloso!! He’s got such a lovely voice; quite deep– not quite as deep as Grandad’s, but then he doesn’t smoke forty cigarettes a minute. He said he’d been away.

I was thinking, I know you have, you great huge sexy hunk!!! My lips are stiff with puckering!!! But I didn’t say that, I said, “Oh, have you?” which I thought was quite cool and alluring. Anyway, the short and short of it is that he’s really, really glad that I didn’t go to Kiwi-a-gogo and I’m going round to his place tomorrow!!! His parents have gone away.

Ooooooohhhhhh. I’m all shakey and nervous now. I’m like a cat on a hot tin roof. We did Cat On a Hot Tin Roof in English. There was no cat in it…or a tin roof…or…stop it, brain, stop it!!!!