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TUNASDAY

I got up at 5 am and started being helpful immediately.

First I did some hoovering. But I accidentally hoovered up my little brother Diddy’s favourite soft toy, Sharkie. Diddy’s screams brought Mum and Dad hurtling in from the bedroom – they thought I was murdering Diddy! Dad had to shake the vacfish until Sharkie fell out. He’d lost an eye, some teeth and most of his stuffing, but apart from that he was okay.

Mum collapsed on the sofa. ‘Please, Darcy, no more hoovering!’

‘But I need Help Points!’ I showed Mum the Help Points card. Mum groaned and clutched her head. I thought maybe she was coming down with something.

‘You look ill,’ I said, patting her fin. ‘You should go back to bed. I’ll do all the housework today.’

‘I’m fine, sweetiefins. It’s just – a little early.’ She yawned. ‘I need a cup of sea . . .’

I leapt up. ‘I’ll make it!’

‘Darcy, wait . . .’

‘It’s no trouble . . .’

I whizzed into the kitchen, Remy on my tail. What did I need? Seabags, milk, sugar. The seabags were right at the back of a cupboard and I had to chuck loads of things out to get to them. I dropped the milk when I got it out of the fridge, but that was okay, Mum would just have to have black sea. I opened every single cupboard and pulled everything out but couldn’t find the sugar anywhere. Then I opened the top cupboard.

No sugar. But there WAS a big stack of Jiggling Jellies!

My mouth started watering. Jiggling Jellies are my favourite sweets. They were very untidily stacked, though.

I decided to tidy the cupboard up.

I’m not sure how, but I somehow managed to tidy every single Jiggling Jelly in the cupboard into my mouth.

‘DARCY! WHAT IS GOING ON?’

Mum was at the door, looking horrified. The kitchen looked like an underwater volcano had erupted in it. In the middle of the mess, guzzling the food I’d thrown out in my search for the sugar, was Remy. He wagged his tail at Mum, and burped loudly.

I quickly slurped in the Jiggling Jelly that was hanging out of my mouth.

‘It’s okay Mum, I’ll tidy up,’ I said. ‘And then I’ll make breakfast . . .’

Mum went a very funny colour and started twitching. She said that the most helpful thing I could do would be to not help any more, and that if I managed that she would give me a Help Point.

‘But Mum . . .’

‘NO BUTS!’

Thought of the Day: Never argue with a parent who is a funny colour and/or twitching.