Remember Miss Bleet’s lunchbox and us swapping the grated cheese for grated soap? Well, Miss Bleet foamed at the mouth all afternoon. Mrs Hogbum thought she had some dreadful disease and sent her home before we all got it. Trouble is, the trick didn’t work quite as well as it should have done because Mrs H. took us for the rest of the day and said ‘outrageous’ two hundred and fifty-seven times.

Azzan is helping me go through some old pictures of me as a baby. (It’s very kind of him but he’s singed half of them!) We’ve got to take one of our baby photos into school next week for everyone to guess who’s who.  Azzan has just found a gruesome picture of my sister Arabella when she was one. She was so ugly!  Of course she’s even uglier now.

 Anyway we’ve thought of a cool trick.  I’m going to take the picture of Arabella in.  No one will guess it’s me because it isn’t!  And if Miss Bleet complains, I’ll just give her my innocent wide eyed smile.  It worked on Mrs Simmer today at lunch – she gave me extra jam on my rice pudding. 

Can’t wait to see Arabella’s face when she catches sight of the photo in the school hall.  Must remember to take earplugs to school on Monday so I can put them in when she starts shrieking. I’m off to phone Max and tell him all about it.

We’ll report back to you all next week . . .