Free Louise Rennison_Georgia Nicolson 04 by Dancing in My Nuddy Pants

is teaching the youth of today, but I didn’t say so.
    tuesday january 11th
    8:25 a.m.
    Sex God back today AND the kittykats have opened their eyes!!! They are soooooo sweet and, as I explained to Jas, “Now they can see to fight properly.”
    9:00 p.m.
    Robbie came round to see me as soon as he gotback. How cool is that?
    When he arrived at the door, Dad called me and then he and Mum spent about a million years raising their eyebrows and looking “wise.” And trying to be modern and to get on with the youth, which is ludicrous.
    Vati started to talk about Kiwi-a-gogo land. I said, “Fancy going for a walk, Robbie? I’m a bit…er…hot.”
    And Dad said, “It’s pitch-black and about minus seven outside.” He was going to go on and on, but then I saw Mutti give him a look, a “modern, understanding mum look,” that said, Come on, Bob, remember when you were that age? Which is a physical impossibility for my dad. How very very embarrassing. Shut up, stop looking, shut up, shut up.
    Vati said, “Be back by eleven.”
    Oh, how sad and embarrassing.
    Robbie took my hand and once we got away from our house into the dark street he snogged me. Yipppppeeeee!
    midnight
    Cor, bloody nippy noodles out there. But I havemy love to keep me warm (that and the extra pair of knickers I put on).
    I must say, I think my puckering exercises have paid off, because I haven’t got any aches or pains. Robbie told me about being on tour. He said he wasn’t sure that he really liked it. But I’m sure that is just a phase he is going through. Once we are squillionaires he will change his mind.
    1:00 a.m.
    I wonder why he asked me if I liked the countryside? Maybe he wants us to go and snog in the great outdoors?
    wednesday january 12th
    8:15 a.m.
    Dad brought me a cup of tea in bed this morning! I said, “Vati, why are you waking me up in the middle of the night? Are you on fire?”
    I had to pull the sheets up really quickly in case he could see any bits of my body. He hung around after he had put the cup down. He was sort of all red and beardy.
    â€œGeorgia, I’m not trying to…well, I know youhave your own mind…and Robbie seems like a really, you know, great bloke…but he’s, you know, a big lad and well…well, it’s just that…well, don’t get too serious too soon.”
    What in the name of Buddha’s bra is he going on about now?
    Then he ruffled my hair (very very annoying) and went out. Robbie’s a “big lad.” What does that mean?
    I really will have to break the news soon that I am going off on tour to Hamburger-a-gogo land with The Stiff Dylans. Vati obviously doesn’t think I am capable of maturiosity. But he is wrong.
    Wrongy wrong wrong.
    I wonder how much money I will need for le gay Paree weekend, for essentials and so on? I might test the water vis-à-vis spondulicks for my trip to Hamburger-a-gogo land with a simple enquiry about available finance for Froggyland.
    front room
7:30 p.m.
    Vati was actually doing a push-up when I came in. I hope he is insured.
    â€œVati.”
    â€œUrgh.”
    â€œCan I have two hundred and twenty pounds for my weekend in Paris, please?”
    I thought I was going to have to use my first-aid skills on Vati. Which would have been a shame as I only know how to force a boiled sweet out of someone if they are choking to death.
    saturday january 15th
    11:00 a.m.
    The snow has melted, thank the Lord. It is so hard on the elderly. However, they can be quite suspicious, the elderly. I offered to go shopping for Mr. and Mrs. Next Door yesterday in case they were frightened of going out. And they were quite surly about it. I said to Mr. Next Door, “I couldn’t help noticing that you are even more unsteady than usual on your feet in this kind of weather.” And he told me to go annoy someone else, which is a bit rude, I think.
    2:00 p.m.
    As everyone is