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sticks in my mind.

    I’m free! I’m free! I’m on my holidays! I can’t believe it. I can do anything I like! Anything at all! We had the last tests yesterday (English, not too bad), and then a bunch of us – me, Cass, Alice, Ellie and Emma – all went into town and got delicious burgers and chips. I think we might have drunk too muchcoke because we were all a bit hyper. And Alice ate too many onion rings and felt quite sick. But she recovered eventually. She is off with Richard today, and Cass is meeting Liz, who is going off to the Gaeltacht on Monday morning. But we are having a band practice tomorrow, and afterwards Cass is calling over to my house to stay the night, because we can do that sort of thing on a Sunday night during the holidays. (Alice can’t come because she has to be up early on Monday to go on one of her family’s regular visits to some random relations.) So, in the meantime, I have a whole day of freedom to myself.

    I can’t actually think of anything to do.

    I think I will just go and sit in the garden and read for a bit. The one good thing about the summer is that, even if you are a bit bored, you can be bored in the sun. Which is nice.

    I am still bored. I’m just not in the mood for lying in the sun and reading. It is very unfair. For ages I’ve been dreaming about being able to just lie around and read, and now I can do it, I don’t actually feel like it. I said this to Mum, and she said that life was often like that, and, if I was really bored, I could help her clean out under the stairs.
    I should have known better than to say I was bored to Mum. Parents never understand that if you’re bored, doing something horrible like going through ancient boxes of old wellies will just make you even more bored. I think I will sneak out and go for a walk around the block and listen to my iPod. At least some fresh air and exercise will do me good.

    Still bored. I give up. I might as well help Mum sort out boxes of wellies. How has my life come to this?

    The wellies that still fit members of the family (one pair each) have been matched up neatly under the stairs. The rest are in a bin bag ready to be thrown away. That is today’s greatest achievement, which says something about how boring my life is at the moment. I actually feel a bit bad about just chucking the wellies away − after all, I have spent two years hearing Miss Kelly go on about the importance of looking after the environment and not adding to giant landfill dumps. But I don’t think a charity shop would want our manky old wellies with holes in them. And Mum said she didn’t think there is anywhere that recycles wellies. There probably should be, though.

    Band practice today! Luckily my mum and dad were going to some garden centre out in Malahide and said they’d drop me and Cass off at Alice’s on the way there. It was great to be able to practise without having to worry about exams or school stuff. (I still have the nagging worry about Patricia AlexandraHarrington in Mum’s book, but it’s easier to forget about that now I know I don’t have to see Mrs Harrington on Monday. So I just won’t think about it for a while. I have a feeling that this is not actually a very sensible attitude to life’s problems, but it’ll do for now.)
    Anyway, the practice went pretty well. It might be our last practice before the rock school starts, so we wanted to make sure that we’re well prepared. I mean, I know we’re going there to learn the ways of rock, but we don’t want everyone else, including our mentor (whoever he or she is), to think we’re totally hopeless.
    Oops, the doorbell just rang, so I think Cass has arrived − she had to go home and get her overnight stuff because she forgot to bring it to Alice’s house. I just hope my parents manage to refrain from singing anything from
Oliver!
while she is here.

Week 5

    Wow. Cass has just gone home, and she had some very big news. I feel a bit stunned. But not in a bad