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the kind of spirit that we foster in this school. Herr Kamyer came up with the idea after form Four A expressed interest in the camping trips that he used to go on in the German forests. I am sure that this is a lovely surprise for all of FourA. Instead of normal lessons next Friday you will go by school bus to the lovely Cow and Calf Valley and camp there overnight. There are printed details for you to take home to your parents. Round and about the site there is an absolute cornucopia of wildlife, riverlife abounds, and in the evenings Miss Wilson, who has volunteered to accompany Herr Kamyer, will be teaching you some of the games and songs that she was taught herself as a young lady. The whole thing sounds like a real treat. I only wish that I were able to come myself.”
    We were all absolutely speechless. Rosie pretended to faint, which I thought was very funny. Wet Lindsay came bustling over and said, “Get up, you twit.” Rosie said, “Oh where am I? Am I in heaven? Are you Gabriel?”
    Lindsay said, “Think how excited you will be if you get to help with gardening duties after school.”
    Rosie did actually make quite a startling recovery. She was saying, “Oh I feel much much better now after my little rest.”
    And Lindsay slimed off. How I hate her. It gives me energy, the amount that I hate her.
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    I am definitely beyond a shadow of a doubt not going on the camping trip. Not. Never and also NO.
    I said that to the gang.
    Jas said, “I think it will be really good fun.”
    I looked at her.
    Rosie said, “I told Herr Kamyer that I will be having my period, because usually if you mention anything like that he has the ditherspaz to end all ditherspazzes and his head drops off with redness. But he just said, ‘Ach, hmmm, vell pop along to see Mizz Vilson, she is in charge of the ladies’ area of things.’ And I couldn’t discuss it with Miss Wilson, as she would probably tell me about what she does when she has a period and then I would die.”
    I said, “We must make a plan, perhaps we could all have a sort of accident.”
    Mabs said, “Like what?”
    â€œErm, we could fall in a hole.”
    Jools said, “What hole?”
    I said, “Er, we could dig one.”
    Jools said, “We could dig a hole and then fall in it?”
    â€œYes.”
    Rosie said, “Excellent idea, Georgia, quite startlingly insane, even for you.”
    Ellen said, “It might, you know, it might like be, well you know…like, well…”
    I said, “Crap?”
    Ellen dithered on, “No, it might be like, quite a good laugh.”
    Alarmingly all of the ace gang didn’t seem to mind the trip. They seemed to think it might be “a laugh.”
    five minutes later
    We discussed the “coffee with Robbie” scenario.
    Rosie said, “So he says he wants to ‘catch up with you,’ but he sent you a letter, so that means it’s not like a casualosity sort of fandango because he would have just phoned you if it was, wouldn’t he?”
    I nodded and went, “Uh-huh, uh-huh….”
    Jools said, “When you meet him, let him say stuff. Don’t you start talking rubbish first.”
    I nodded and went, “Uh-huh, uh-huh….”
    And Jas said, “Georgia, why are you doing an impression of one of those nodding dogs in a car?”
    five minutes later
    It’s surprising how much relief from tensionosity you can get merely by giving Jas a Chinese burn.
    3:00 p.m.
    I have managed to take my mind off my “coffee” with Robbie by applying two coats of nail varnish and coloring in all the “o’s” in my Charlie Dickens book Crap Expectations . There are many more than you think; it may well be a lifetime’s work.
    4:20 p.m.
    As I skedaddled home, all the ace gang gave me the Klingon salute for luck. Jools said, “So is it Robbie you like,