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Dear Diary,

Phew! Dad's company picnic was such a gas I bopped until I dropped. I turned 1.500 years old that day, my 78th week in this game. Holy moley, if that was a 1.500 celebration my next birthday (2.000) and Christmas together are going to just about kill me.

Tonight I am sleeping in my own bed... that is bed not cot. I mean no sides! You know what this means? Night pranks, that's what. You're talking to a girl with tatts, here, make no mistake... a dragon and a tweety-bird, such a nice juxtaposition of the mean and the cute.

Mum and Dad think they're cool having martini tastings with those arty-farty, new-wave gins. When I can reach the grog cupboard that'll look namby-pamby. No sides is just the start.

Bollocks. The tatts wash off... I've been gypped.

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