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Jas came round to discuss what I should wear. We went up to my room. Unfortunately I forgot to warn Jas about the hammock that Libby had made for her dolls. She’d made it out of one of Mum’s commodious bras and tied it across the landing. Jas grazed her shins quite badly when she fell over. She was going, “Ow, ow!”, but I can’t be bothered with minor injuries just now.

She hobbled into my room and we looked through my wardrobe. I held things up and Jas went, “No. No. Maybe. No, too tarty. No, no…er…maybe.”

I was trying on a suede mini and she said, “Erlackl! The front of your legs are quite hairy but the backs of your legs are all baldy.”

I had a look. She was right!!! Time for operation smoothy legs. I grumbled to her as we went down to the bathroom. “What is the point of evolution? Why bother giving us hairy front legs and baldy back legs? When can that ever have been useful in our fight for survival?”

Jas said, “Perhaps it was to frighten things off.”

I said, “Oh yeah, that will be it. Stone Age girl would have said, ‘Here comes a big dinosaur chasing me from behind. It thinks I am a push-over because of my baldy legs, but wait till I turn round! I’ll scare off the big lug with my terrifying hairy front legs.’ That will be the explanation.”

Jas wasn’t interested in my scientosity because she was looking through the bathroom cabinet. “Your mum has got loads of anti-ageing creams, hasn’t she?”

“I know. It’s sad. Why doesn’t she save all that money and put it towards some new spectacles or a hat? Or a decent bra that can contain her gigantic basoomas.”