TUESDAY 9 AUGUST

10.01 a.m.

Mum and Dad said, ‘What do you fancy doing today?’

I wanted to say ‘hang out by the Wi-Fi Wall’ but I didn’t think that would go down too well so I just said I didn’t mind.

1.35 p.m.

Went and did a big shop in the French hypermarché (basically like a MEGA supermarket) and it was epic!

There are about 237 different varieties of Milka, LOADS of different types of Kinder chocolate I’d never heard of before and a million varieties of cereal. They also have these yummy Petit Ecolier biscuits, which have the thickest chocolate on top. Mum says she remembers having them when she went on a camping holiday to France when she was my age – they are très delicious!

My parents are usually much meaner when it comes to buying us nice snacks, but today they let us load the trolley up! I can only assume it was because they felt embarrassed about how much wine and beer they were buying.

7.56 p.m.

Dad and Gary each gave me ten euros to take Hailey, Bailey and Toby to the kids’ disco.

I could see the desperation in their eyes, so I managed to haggle them up from five.

It was as très uncool as suspected, but you’ll never guess who was there doing the hokey-cokey …

Only Pete the Penguin, the mascot we met at Sunny Beach caravan park in Wales last year!

He nearly jumped out of his skin when I tapped him on the shoulder and he saw me standing there, but we had a big hug and it was so good to see a familiar face so many miles away from home.

I asked him how he’s made it all the way here from Wales and he said he flew and then started laughing like a crazy person. Considering he is a penguin, you would think he would know that they can’t actually fly!

He was busy fulfilling his entertainment-team duties, so we couldn’t really chat much more, but I went to find him afterwards and guess where he was … hiding behind the launderette smoking! He had promised to try and give up last time I saw him, so I was bitterly disappointed.

He introduced me to his mate Geraldine the Giraffe, who runs the kids’ club – also a smoker, tsk tsk.

At least they had the decency to look ashamed of themselves.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY:

Is it just me or is it very odd to have a penguin and a giraffe as campsite mascots when they live in entirely different climates and continents?!

8.35 p.m.

Daniel messaged me a reel of doggos dancing to the ‘Chicken Wing, Chicken Wing, Hot Dog and Baloney’ song and it was so funny I nearly weed my pants. Sorry if that’s TMI.

I just like him SO much and we are so in tune with each other!

It made me miss him V V MUCH!

So I’ve made a calendar to count down the days until we are back together …

Mum saw it and said, ‘Lottie, love … this is meant to be a lovely family holiday. It’s a shame that you seem so eager to get home.’

I said, ‘It’s nothing personal, Mum – I just miss Daniel, that’s all.’

‘I know, but remember: you’re only twelve. In a couple of weeks you’ll probably get a crush on somebody else, and you’ll have forgotten all about him.’

‘FYI, Mother, I’m nearly thirteen and I won’t forget about him – I’m not that shallow! I’ve been wearing the necklace he bought me EVERY day and I’m NEVER going to take it off. This is more than just a crush … Maybe you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be young and in love …’

‘Au contraire. I’m not that old and I love your father very much!’

‘Really?! Even when he’s wearing his Speedos?’

‘Well … maybe not quite so much then … but yes, even then. Look, there’s a teenage disco tonight – why don’t you go? You might meet someone your own age to hang out with. It could be fun.’

I said, ‘OMG, I wouldn’t be seen dead there. It’ll just be full of losers!’

11.12 p.m.

Lying in bed listening to my parents and the Nutters swapping stories of ‘crazy things’ they did in their youth. Judging by the content and bad language they are using, I assume they think I’m asleep.

Dad just told a story of a time when he lost a bet and had to run down the high street naked with a traffic cone on his head. Apparently he got cautioned for indecent exposure and had to spend the night in a cell!

11.47 p.m.

Can’t get that horrific image of Dad out of my head. Never going to be able to sleep now!