Mid-term break in a few weeks. And guess what? Dad and I are going to Scotland for five days. And guess what else? Marjorie Maloney is coming with us.
I’m not too sure how I feel about that. I mean, Dad did check with me before he asked her, and I did say OK, but still … it’s just that I’m fine with her living across the road from us, and I’m fairly OK about her going out with Dad most weekends, but I don’t see why she has to come on holidays with us too.
I know Dad is perfectly free to see whoever he likes, especially now, with the divorce and all, but still, I would REALLY prefer if it stayed just the two of us. We’re doing fine. Our cooking is improving, and we hardly ever run out of stuff now. We even buy brown bread sometimes, and I’m cutting down on the coffee. (Still eat far too much Ben & Jerry’s though.)
But I have to say that the Scottish trip sounds good. We’re flying into Edinburgh and then getting a train to the little village where we’ll be staying. Dad has booked a cottage that he says is over a hundred years old. I can go pony trekking if I want, and we can hire bikes, and there’s a restaurant right next door so we can eat out all the time – although I suppose I wouldn’t mind if Marjorie felt like cooking dinner once or twice, especially if she does that chocolate dessert thing again.
They just better not share a bedroom, that’s all I can say. That would not be OK at all.
Right, enough of that. The swimming classes are going great – we’ve started life-saving, and our coach Sandra says I’m a natural. We’ll be giving an exhibition before Easter, using real people instead of dummies. I can’t wait for Dad to see me in action.
Maybe someone will get into difficulties when I’m at the beach next summer, and I’ll be able to save them.
You’re probably wondering how the whole kissing thing is going. Well, we’re certainly doing lots of practising, and I suppose it’s OK … I mean, I don’t hate it or anything, and Chris is really sweet and funny, and I love his dimple.
And it’s nice to have a boyfriend. I know Chloe envies me.
I saw Bumble in town yesterday. He was on his own. He didn’t look particularly heartbroken, so I suppose he and Catherine are still together. I almost went over to talk to him, and then I didn’t. I don’t know why. He was looking in the window of a shoe shop.
I bet Catherine Eggleston doesn’t know what kind of shoes he likes.
I still miss him sometimes.