My cousin Georgia says that boys are like gazelles. She says the get alarmed when they get close to girls. And they have to leap off into the woods like gazelles in trousers. Or have I just made that up?

Jassie, guess what I'm dancing in!' 'I don't know, a bowl?' 'Non... I am dancing in my Nuddy-pants!

I am soooo excited, I am over-excited. I'm hysterical, I may have to slap my own face in a minute at this rate.

As I have often said, she has two styles of acting: with or without the beard.

As we drew near to the gates of Dother Hall the old bell in the belfry rang out. I said, 'I must go in, it's nigh on ten of the clock.' He half-turned away from me, his jacket collar hiding his expression. Was he angry? Disappointed?" Jo looked intently and I said, "Hungry?" Jo ignored me, but as she passed by acting out walking away from Phil, she allowed her hand to slap against my head.

P.P.S. I am giving you telepathic hugs. P.P.P.S. But not in a telepathically lezzie way.

Rosie laughed in a not too reassuring way if you like sane laughter.