Coo, bit lumpy, this couch!
Right, I'm seven years old, in bed, but not sleepy. Mum's told me a story, always one of the classics, and I'm now thinking of school tomorrow, and what lessons I have to look forward to; of my ballet lessons, of the forthcoming public performance, and of the lovely, sequined, tutu my mum is making for me to wear; of what I'm going to do to get my next Brownie badge; of going to the library on Saturday morning to choose my two books; of having a go at making perfume by picking some dandelions and mixing them with water in a little waxed envelope that used to contain a Wagon Wheel (much bigger in those days!); of being George from the Famous Five (I always felt that Ann was a bit of a wuss) - and I'm thinking why can't I go away to boarding school like they did. My mum says I wouldn't like it, but I'm sure I would. I could have adventures like they do if I went to boarding school.
I'm also thinking about how I can sneak the cat into the bed with me without my mum discovering her and swiftly removing her. Oh, and I'm thinking why did my big brother get a new bike for Christmas, when I only got his old one - although I did get a bride doll called Angela.
See, Theland. I'm brave. Just like George in the Famous Five!!