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How annoying is that?

I could kill him.

He completely ignored my glaciosity.

Rosie and Jas were looking at me in a looking-at-me sort of way. Which I hate. Tom walked along with us. Jas was wittering on to him and holding his hand.

“I’ve found this stuff in the library about different kinds of fungi you can eat. You know, for our wilderness thing. Well, if we got lost away from the others in the group we could eat it and not starve.”

I said, “Forgive me if I’m right, but are you talking about mushrooms?”

Jas got all huffy. “Well. All YOU are interested in is Dave the Laugh.”

I tried to look as bewildered as a bee who finds itself in an egg-cup hat.

“I am not at all interested in Dave the Stupid Laugh – it’s just that I am even less interested in grey shapeless things that lurk about the woods.”

They were all looking at me still.

I tried again. “Oh come on, get real… Dave the Laugh, I – me – I mean…”

Tom said, “So you do like him then?”

Jas said meaningfully, “Yes, well, SOME people know SOMETHING about SOMETHING.”

Oh good point, well made. Not.

I wanted to kill her and make her eat her fringe. And her knickers.

Rosie, who had been practising being blind and using me as her guide dog, said, “I’ve got an uncle in Yorkshire who eats cow udder as a treat.”

That can’t be true.

Can it?