When girls walk home we put on lippy and makeup. We chat. Sometimes we pretend to be hunchbacks. But that is it. Perfectly normal behavior.

I gave my artistic laugh and also threw in some quirky language for good measure. "Lawks-a-mercy, no! I'm going to have a long bath and..." I looked shyly down. Which is pretty impressive to have done artistic laugh, quirky language and shyness all in the space of ten seconds.

I like the idea that I can talk to any teenage girls. You know, in a language that makes sense to them.

At that point Ms Fox came in and said, "Hello, carry on as if I am not here." Then she lay down on the floor.

A nod is as good as a wink to a blind badger.

Dad has brought me a cup of tea in bed this morning! I said, 'Vati, why are you waking me up in the middle of the night? Are you on fire?

Shakespeare is just some bloke who keeps ranting "what light trough yonder window breaks" its the moon for god sakes!