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Rosie sent me a note. "I've found out where Swedenland is. I'm going to go after Sven and get a job and make new Sweden-type friends."I wrote back: "Is there much call for fifteen-year-old snoggers in Swedenland?"She looked at me when she got the note and did her famous impression of a cross-eyed loon. Then she wrote: "Anyway, what will YOU do in Hamburger-a-gogo land for a job? Your very amusing impression of a lockjaw germ, or...er...that's it."

On the way home, Jas walked really quickly ahead of me, like she had something stuck up her bottom. I nearly had to jog to get alongside her. I put my arm around her and she sped up even more, so that we were both jogging along.I said, "Jas, Jas, my little pal, I'm sorry about bonking you on your knee. Do you want me to kiss it? Or carry you home? I will. I will do anything if you will be my little pal again."Jas stopped. "All right, don't drop me, though." So I had to carry her home. All the way home. And she is not light—her knickers alone must weigh about half a stone.

Sven always snogs me when he first sees me. In fact he snogs me pretty much all the time. Even when he is eating.

Lad alert!!! Lad alert!!! Dave the Laugh was at the school gates. He looked in a bit of a funny mood. Normally he is all smiley and sort of cocky, but he wasn't smiling. And he looked a bit tense. He is really nice-looking. If I didn't have the Sex God I would definitely want to go out with him. Especially as Tom told me that Dave made a huge banner and hung it on top of their school, and it said, "For Sale." Which anyone can see is vair vair funny.