Louise Rennison_Georgia Nicolson 09 by Stop in the Name of Pants! Page B

they?
    But that is not the point.
    Mr. and Mrs. Maggot love them. Probably.
    And that is what counts.
    Oh shut up, brain. Just love everything and get on with it.
    7:30 a.m.
    Please let him be alive. Please.
    I started to get myself some Coco Pops, but I couldn’t eat them.
    Mum got up and her eyes were all swollen. I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Blimey, I had no eyes. They had disappeared in the night. I was now just a nose with two eyebrows. And the places where my eyes had been ached and ached. In fact everything ached.
    Mum said, “I think I am going to ask Grandad now he’s back if Bibbs can stay there for a couple of days just until this is all over—I mean, you know.”
    I said, “Just until Angus comes home for convalescence, you mean?”
    Mum looked at me. “Georgia…you know what the vet said.”
    I shouted, “What does he know, his beard is so bushy, he probably can’t even see what animal he’s treating unless it says ‘Who’s a pretty boy, then?’ Or starts barking or neighing.”
    Mum said, “Calm down. He’s doing his best.”
    I said, “He’d better be.”
    one minute later
    Hello God and Baby Jesus, erm, I might have given the wrong impression about Dr. Beardey the vet in that I implied he was a beardey fool. But I meant it in a lighthearted and gay way.
    one minute later
    When I say “gay” I don’t mean gay as in an “Oooohhhh do you like my big beard?” sort of way, I mean that I was merely being cheerful.
    one minute later
    Dear G and B. J., I am signing off communication wise as I have to go to the piddly diddly department.
    vet’s surgery
9:00 a.m.
    I had awful collywobbles tum trouble as we waited. The nurse took us down to the cat cages bit. It was so sad in there. Doped-up kittykats with drips and bandages and charts. We went over to Angus’s cage and he was just lying there. He didn’t look like he had moved since last night. But the little machine was going click click , so he was breathing.
    Dr. Beardey came in and said, “No change, I’m afraid. I think you had better try and prepare yourselves for him to go. All his internal organs are so swollen up from the impact, I can’t tell what damage has been done, but there is sure to be some bleeding, and then—”
    at home
11:00 a.m.
    Mum has gone to work. She said she would call in sick and stay with me, but I know she will get into trouble. And, anyway, she will get bored and start telling me stuff about her and Dad and her inner dolphin. Or how she wants to fulfill her creativity by becoming a belly dancer at firemen’s balls.
    So all in all it’s better to be by myself.
    five minutes later
    I am so restless, I don’t know what to do.
    ten minutes later
    Jas rang.
    The ace gang are going for a ramble. Just a casual ramble to the park. But I know it is because they hope that the lads will be playing footie and that they can accidentally bump into them to solve the “s’later” and “sometime” fandango.
    Jas was being very nice, actually, although she was chewing. I didn’t say anything because of my vow of nicenosity. She said, “Come with us, it will take your mind off things. You can get a nice tan whilst you are miserable. That would be good for when Masimo comes back.”
    She is being sweet to me, and she was a big pally cuddling me and looking after me when I heard about Angus. And I know she is miz about Tom, so I said I would go.
    in the park
    Phew, it’s bloody boiling. We are all lolling under a tree. We are doing leg tanning again by having our legs in the sun and the rest of us underneath theshade of the tree. Well, apart from Rosie, who has her own method of tanning, she makes Sven stand over her head with his jacket held out to make a nice cool shadow. He is burbling on in a Sven way.
    It’s quite soothing listening to him talk. As