Rosie Get Off Your Desk, And Please

I Am Looking At You And You Are Looking At Me. This Is Very Good. I Am Looking And I Am Liking. You Are Looking And You Are Thinking, 'i Hope She Doesn't Hit Me With Her Crop.' But That Is Because I Am Me And You Are You.

How Many Times Do We All Have To Do This? Get Up, Go To School, Again? Before Everyone Admits It's A Crap Idea?

When We Did Eventually Get To The Party - Me Walking Next To Dad's Volvo Driving At Five Miles An Hour - I Had A Horrible Time. Everyone Laughed At First But Then More Or Less Ignored Me. In A Mood Of Defiant Stuffed Oliveness I Did Have A Dance By Myself But Things Kept Crashing To The Floor Around Me. The Host Asked If I Would Sit Down. I Had A Go At That But It Was Useless. In The End I Was At The Gate For About An Hour Before Dad Arrived.

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?

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.