“Mills, HOW DID IT GO?!” Lauren screams through the phone. “I’ve been sitting here, actually feeling sick. What happened? What did they say? Was it basically Hollyoaks?”
Lauren sounds as if she is about to explode. I’m back home and more chill.
“I wondered if you wanted to come by tonight and eat pizza and try to get Dave to do tricks for pepperoni.”
“For your vlog?” she asks.
“No. Just for us,” I say. “‘The sisters in crime, talking in rhyme.…’”
Lauren picks up our rap that we made up when we were eight years old. “‘Don’t eat lime. Don’t taste fine.’”
We both finish it together: “‘Give up talking. Just do a little mime.’”
It’s RUBBISH, but it’s our theme song, and we start giggling a lot.
“Can I come by now?” Lauren asks. “My mum is back, and it’s like a war zone again.”
I tell her “yes” and that I will see her in ten minutes.
While I’m waiting for Lauren, I look at the comments on my latest vlog and nearly drop dead.
Hello, Millie. You can see by my verified account that I represent some of this country’s biggest vloggers. I’d be interested in talking to you. And your cat. I think you are both wonderful. Thanks. Lydia Portancia
This is BIG. Really BIG. I mean, we are now talking about someone who could really take me on. Move things forward. Someone who …
Someone who can wait.
Tonight is about my best friend. We’ll discuss it later. Perhaps. For the moment, everything can wait. I need major time with the Loz.
I think the key to a sensible life is just putting all the cutlery in the right space and using it at the right time. Don’t you?
That and having a cat that doesn’t think she’s a trapeze artist. I can see Dave walking along the washing line and every so often swinging around it. And no, I’m not filming it. Not now. But maybe check my vlog later …