I’m off to camp this week. We’re going to somewhere called Le Landeron and will be visiting museums and looking at pre-historic things. I like visiting museums but I’m especially excited about sharing a room with all my best friends. I didn’t pack a teddy or anything. Mum took me to school, carrying my bag for me. I chose her clothes but she wouldn’t put on all of them because she said that sparkly things did not look good on anyone at 8.30 in the morning. But she did wear the new purple shoes. She has gone mad on purple this year.
To be perfectly honest I’m glad to get away from all the fuss with the dog. Mum keeps crying and saying things like “I can’t have Ollie leave and the dog die in the same year“ which makes Ollie laugh really loudly and he says ”It’s only a dog!” just like Dad and then he gives her a cuddle and then she cries some more. It’s been pretty yucky with all the mess, burrrkkkkkk.
Dad has missed all of this fuss with the dog. He has been away. He went off with my godfather on a roadtrip to somewhere called Norway. They drove really fast on the way in that country where you can drive really fast and not get into trouble. I hate it when the police stop Mum, it worries me that they will take her away and put her in prison. He brought me back a Norwegian coin with a hole in it. He told Mum she takes better care of the dog than him and then she said it was pathetic to be jealous of a dog.
The dog has a big tummy ache and every ten minutes or so she yelps. Ollie and Sophie forget that she is poorly and shout “Shut-up Molly” which makes Mum shout at them for forgetting. It’s been very noisy in our house lately.
I think a break will be good for me.