Louise Rennison_Georgia Nicolson 08 by Love Is a Many Trousered Thing

have egg on toast for dindins. With chipolatas. Also they are glaring at me. Italians don’t glare, they sing and caress their guitars. Still, if Mr. and Mrs. Next Door want to eat mini hot dogs and glare, that is their choice. They are having a nice time; that is what counts. My new philosophy is I am going to enjoy my life and just see what happens. As Jas says, when I let her,“ Que sera sera , whatever will be will be.”
    Because “I have no time for fussing and fighting, my friends,” as some pop legends said once.
    Because, and I think it was the same pop legends that said, “Love is all you need. Nananananaaaaaaa.”
    Love is what really matters. Not what mad neighbors with massive arses eat for their supps. Or what clothes a girl who may or may not be loved by so many Luuurve Gods wears.
    It’s not the dress that counts, it’s the heart pumping underneath the dress.
    five minutes later
    Phoned Jas.
    â€œJas, what shall I wear tomorrow?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œTomorrow, for the gig of my life, what shall I wear?”
    â€œI’ll tell you what not to wear, don’t wear any high heels in case you have to run off and catch a train like last time!” And then she started laughing and honking like an annoying goose. I could hear someone else laughing as well.
    I said, “Jas, that is a really crap thing to say fora besty sort of person, and who is that laughing in the background?”
    â€œIt’s Tom, he’s helping me pack for the camping trip.”
    I so wanted to hit her. But I had to stay calm because of wanting to stay at her place on Saturday night. What is more, I had to listen to her listing the really, really boring things that she is looking forward to doing when we are camping. Who could possibly be interested in building a nighttime “hide” that you can crouch in and watch ferrets and badgers and so on do all the indescribably boring stuff that they do at nighttime? Digging and pooing mostly. Well, Jas is riveted by that sort of tosh.
    She said, “If we are really lucky, Tom says we might see some foxes.”
    I said, “Yippppeee,” in a sarcastic way, but then I remembered staying over at her house and had to change it to a sort of “Yipppeeee, I do hope we do see some foxes and maybe even some, erm, goats.”
    Jas said, “Why would we see any goats, they are not wandering about in the woods, are they? They would be on farms.”
    I said, “Perhaps they are bored with farm life and fancy getting out a bit, making new woodland friends and so on.”
    â€œYou are being silly now.”
    â€œJas, I am just remarking that it doesn’t seem fair that all the foxes and badgers and so on who do not as far as I know lift a paw to help others, should be allowed to wander willy-nilly in the woods and the poor old goats, who give milk and so on should have to stay in. That is all I am saying.”
    â€œI am going now.”
    And she put the phone down.
    one minute later
    She is soooo annoying, but I must remember that I need to stay at her place after the gig. I phoned her back.
    â€œJas?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œPlease don’t get upset about the goats.”
    â€œYou were being silly.”
    â€œI know, but it’s only because I’m all nervous and excited. Please be my pal. Pleasey please please?”
    â€œWell…”
    â€œI promise to be excited if we see some foxes.”
    After about ten minutes of nicenosity, Jas forgave me. Phew. Thank goodness. Having a best pally is the most v. important thing in the world. Your pals will be with you, even though Luuurve Gods may come and go.
    Also, she has said I can stay at her place. Hurray!
    in the kitchen
    Mum was making some snacks. She said, “So tell me, what is happening tomorrow?”
    Oh God. Still, I had better tell her something as it looks like I might have to borrow her Chanel bag again. Even though I am